#dewdrop x sister imperator

[miasmaghoul]

In Memoriam

Rating: E

Pairing: Dewdrop/Sister Imperator

Word Count: 6.8k

Contains: grief, mourning, angst, hurt/comfort, sex in flashbacks, Dew coping with loss in the only way he knows how.

Beta'd by @iamthecomet <3<3<3

It may not be the first time he’s lost a Papa, but somehow this time is much worse than when it was Terzo. Probably because there hadn’t been much time to bond with Terzo before his untimely demise - a few months on the road hadn’t provided the best environment to form a relationship beyond Papa and ghoul.

Losing Copia, though, has proven to be a very different experience. It’s not like the man has actually gone anywhere, but the day he’d announced his appointment as Frater Imperator Dew’s stomach dropped through the floor. His natural stoicism had been the only thing that allowed Dew to join the others in congratulating him, but the overwhelming sense of loss he still feels casts the blackest shadow over that spark of joy, and as much as he doesn’t want to face it Dew knows exactly why.

To him, there will only ever be one Imperator.

Read the rest on AO3!

[dewsgremlin]

The siblings of sin avoid the ghouls as much as possible.

The clergy doesn't like it when the ghouls attack humans, but it does happen from time to time. (And to be honest - nobody cares if a sister of sin is missing...)

That's why it's common for the siblings to always have a spray bottle of holy water with them. As hellish creatures, the ghouls do not like anything blessed. The holy water burns on their skin like hell.

To keep Dewdrop or Swiss at a distance, the siblings of sin sometimes have to spray an entire bottle empty. Aether, Cumulus or Mountain keep their distance on their own, but they are so polite that the siblings don't see them as a threat anyway.

Rain is normally not a threat but he is really, REALLY curious about human things and and therefore sometimes tries to get a little closer. If he gets a little too close, the siblings scare him away with clapping or loud noises.

This only works badly if Dewdrop is nearby and hears his beloved water ghoul being scared away by the noise. Then the siblings of sin definitely need more than one bottle of holy water to save themselves...

[n4zareth]

LOVE IN A TIME OF CLIMATE CHANGE. . .

* cross posted to AO3

mountain reflects, & he has a realization. — based on the poem “Love in a Time of Climate Change” by Craig Santos Perez, recycling Pablo Neruda’s “Sonnet XVII”

mountain / gender neutral ! reader ; a bit suggestive!

I don't love you as if you were rare earth metals, conflict diamonds, or reserves of crude oil that cause war.

 Mountain is a gentle lover. His hands are likened to the leaves that tickle your cheek when you pass through the greens leading into the ministry gardens: smooth, playful, even. His hands have touched every inch that you have let him touch, and he has twisted every one of your past flaws into present perfections with mere words. Your stretchmarks bring more life to you, he says; they are like the roots of trees, digging deep and being a constant reminder of the tree’s life. Lines are engraved into your face, he sees, and he does not mind. Your smile lines are living proof you have laughed in this life, he says. They are living proof that your smile reached your eyes, that it was real, and that you were happy—and if you aren’t happy right now, then these smile lines will remind you that you can and will be happy. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you not for all you are worth, but for all you are. If you were worth nothing, then let him have it, and let him be happy. 

I love you as one loves the most vulnerable species: urgently, between the habitat and its loss.

You are aging, and he might be changing. Mountain knows that he is replaceable, that at any moment he’d hear the click of a lightbulb appearing upon Sister Imperator’s head, another bright idea. One that might lead to his demise, his being, sent back to the pit. Mountain wouldn’t worry so much about this if he didn’t have his pack, if he didn’t have someone like you. Sometimes he regrets welcoming you into his heart, sometimes he wishes you’d just leave if only to spare him the pain of knowing what would happen if he was sent back. He wonders if, when you die, you’d be in there with him. He wonders if God will take you from him, if it truly is all about your morals as a human being rather than who you choose to worship; and if in the event you die, and you reunite with him, if he’d burn trying to hold your hand. You have so much time, both as a human and in the afterlife, & mountain doesn’t even know if he will be there for even half of it; so he loves you like it’s his last day every day.

I love you as one loves the last seed saved within a vault, gestating the heritage of our roots,

 Mountain cultivated strawberry gardens, planting each with care and washing them thoroughly so as to nourish the ministry with a sweet taste. He had grown quite fond of them; not for their taste, but for their beauty. Before you, Mountain never really ate. He was a ghoul, and ghouls were hell-spawns—they would never need to eat, because what would ‘starvation’ do? kill them? they were already dead. The moment you pressed a strawberry to his mouth, however, was when Mountain tried the fruit for the very first time. Now, it is his favorite, the only thing he can ever really eat. He doesn’t know if it’s because of the taste, or if it’s because it reminds him of you. He never fails to stop by the greenhouse during your dates, your hand in his as he scours through the strawberries and picks the ripest ones for the two of you. You still press the strawberry to his soft lips, and he still opens his mouth, willing. The sweetness that explodes on his tongue is second only to you.

and thanks to your body, the taste that ripens from its fruit still lives sweetly on my tongue.

 Strawberries. he associates you with strawberries. he doesn’t know why, you’re far from what strawberries usually are associated with. you are not soft, you’re rough around the edges, jagged bits capable of nicking someone if they pressed a little too hard, but when he lays his head on your chest the only thing he can think about is how much he wants to become one with you. to press as hard as he can. to bleed, and to bleed for you. your lips are not that red, but they still have the same sweetness the strawberries have—when you pull away from him, he chases not just your taste, but you. he finds that sweetness unique to you in spaces only he can touch, only he can feel. he understands Eve, now. She was so tempted by the serpent, falling to a mere fruit. if the fruit was as sweet as you were, mountain thinks, his forehead pressing against your knees, prying your closed legs open as he looks at you with pleading eyes, begging you to spread your legs just a little bit more, begging for your taste. if the fruit was as sweet as you were, he would’ve eaten it too.

I love you without knowing how or when this world will end. I love you organically, without pesticides.

 He is replaceable. he is replaceable. he is replaceable. it replays in his head like a mantra, instilled into him, constantly drilled into his head as if it was used to tighten the screws loose in his, as sister described, ‘worm-infested’ head. he wants to think that he’ll live out forever with you, that you’ll have eternity— that you’ll have time. He wants to think that just like his plants, he can simply nourish himself with water and sunlight and he’ll be healthy forever. that way, he won’t be replaced. he won’t be sent back, and he’ll be yours forever, but you can’t keep a plant alive eternally. it will wilt eventually, and he’s so scared for the moment that he starts wilting too, for the moment he falters one too many. he’s been thinking too much, recently. it hurts his brain in ways he cannot fathom, and he wonders if his brain really is worm-infested. It might as well be. he feels consumed, infected by something he isn’t aware of. he feels disease-ridden, like the only thing that’ll even brighten him up a little bit would be being lathered in pesticide and thrown back into the soil (to put it simply, death). He feels burdened, like he’s a burden himself. You think differently. Every time you love him, so easy it’s like putting a plant out in the sun, Mountain wishes he was a human. Mountain wishes he had a beating heart, one that could beat for you.

I love you like this because we'll only survive, in the nitrogen-rich compost of our embrace,

 Mountain’s back is pressed against your bed’s headboard, and your cheek is pressed against his chest—burrowing further, into his neck, inhaling his scent like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. He seems lost in thought, but in reality, he’s just lost in you. He asks you, “how?” 

 you smile, tilting your head and replying with another question. “what do you mean how?” your tone is calm and patient, but his tone is urgent. It’s almost panicked, and he says, “How could you love me? someone like me?” and you laugh. you laugh at him, and he looks at you with such bewilderment you laugh even more. You shake your head, shaking off your laughter in the process, and Mountain stares at you in awe as you speak of his flaws like they’re perfections, how you notice his absence, how you miss his presence, and how you love him so much and so easily. it hits Mountain so hard. It’s like a bat, swinging right across his face, knocking the breath out of his lungs; he’s so lucky to have you, he’s so lucky to feel this way, to be able to in the first place. He’s so lucky that he knows someone who’d cry if he was gone, for it only encourages him to just never leave. He’s so lucky to have you, to hold you, to hug you and to love you, he’s so lucky that he’s able to make you happy. He’s so lucky that he has you, and he’s even luckier knowing that you have him. He looks at you, lost in every pore on your face, every imperfection you mention that was never really imperfect to him, and especially, in the sparkle in your eyes as you smile up at him. He sucks in a breath.

 His voice comes out cracked. “I don’t deserve your love.” he states, and you stay silent. You press your forehead against his own, and you say, “You deserve my reciprocation.”

 he falls in love all over again, and it is magical.

so close that your emissions of carbon are mine, so close that your sea rises with my heat.

notes: wahhhh hello! writing debut ?! i decided to give mountain some lovin’ on this one, he’s my boyy<3 i hope you all liked the read!

kisses, arwen 🧡

@n4zareth …

[st-danger]

Sister giving Dew lessons on how to be good, training him like you’d train a dog

Or, having him sit between her thighs for as long as she wants while his little cock is caged, unable to get any pleasure but unable to stop humping her leg nonetheless

It would be easier if he wasn't able to see it. He's sure that's part of why she makes it obvious; turn the screws a little harder, a little more pressure applied. The thin gold chain glints around her neck, and around that, the key. Small and plain, utterly unremarkable in appearance. No reason for anyone to guess at the function.

Before her, Dew trying hard to keep it together, to look as in control as is possible when he's wearing only a plain black jumper, pants down and around only a single ankle. Underwear too, looking so at odds with the neat and organized study around him. Kneeling at her feet, Dew's hips twitch forward bringing his caged cock against her nylon covered leg. Straddling it, enough to press against it. Not that it offers any modicum of relief, but there's something about it that still feels good to do. A pathetic little bid for attention. He keeps his head resting against her thigh, stroking up and down her leg, his eyes shut tight. His knees are sore against the hardwood floor of her office.

Imperator pets at his hair, and Dew groans.

"Unlock it," he mumbles, rubbing his cheek against her leg, a bid for comfort. "Just for a little bit. Just for one." He can't help but press it against her again. A useless little hump. Gets him nothing except the reminder that he's caged.

"And what have you done," Imperator asks, her voice measured and ever so slightly condescending, exactly the way he likes it best, "to think you've earned that?" Her nails rake against his scalp while she plays with his hair, and the frown deepens.

"M'leaving," Dew says. For tour, for months.

"Dewdrop," Imperator says softly, sweetly, "what the fuck does that have to do with anything at all?"

"You'll miss it," Dew says, trying to convince her. To take pity, to give him a break. Appeal to her own urges. Something. Anything that gets him taken out and touched. He continues nuzzling against her thigh, hips still pushing forward.

"It isn't like it's going anywhere, is it?" she asks, and then gets a handful of Dew's hair in a loose fist, a hint of how he'd like her to pull. "I'll know exactly where it is. Besides," she says, and Dew does look up at her now, gives her the most pleading eyes he can manage, "is that really what I'm going to miss most about you?"

"Just a little kiss, Sister," he frowns. Trying not to whine but how can he not? "One more cum. Please," he says, and knows the answer because he sees the amusement written on her regal face, "unlock it and-"

"Does it hurt?"

It hurts in ways Dew really likes. He blinks and nods. He sees the key around her neck. He longs to grab for it.

"And I suppose you want me to make it better," Imperator drawls.

"Uh huh," he says, grinding against her, insistent. She looks down at him, pityingly.

"I punish bad behaviours and reward good ones. So unless you can show me behaviour worth rewarding, the key stays with me."

Dew can be a good boy. He can be a very good boy.

He tells her as much.

It's easy, to throw her long skirt over his head, to pull her panties to the side and lick at her like that. Hiding underneath the linen fabric, making out with her cunt and trying to do everything possible to convince her to let him free and help him cum before he heads off with the band. Using his long fingers to spread her and expose her. Pull her lips apart so he can seal his lips around her clit and suckle at it sweet and soft, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. He hears the sounds she makes; she pleased. She's feeling good, he knows.

A knock on her office door has him freezing.

"Stay under my dress," Imperator says sharply, a hand on the back of his head. "It's just someone dropping off a file. They can't see under the desk. Stay quiet."

His heart thuds in his chest as he hears her call come in, and the creak of the heavy door when someone strides in. He breathes against her cunt and tries to keep still. No greeting, just a few heavy footfalls, something thrown onto the table, and then Imperator saying thank you very much. Footsteps receding, the door closing again, and after it does, Dewdrop sighs, surprised to have been tense from that.

"See?" Imperator says, stroking his head through her skirt, "keep going."

Dew licks at her and moans now. Desperate to get her off, prove to her he's earned something. He's been good- he was quiet, he didn't- he's been good. The sounds he's pulling from her make it obvious she agrees; she moans softly and grinds against his tongue.

"Make me cum," she orders. So he does. He slides a flat, wet tongue back and forth and sucks on her stiff clit until he feels it start to throb and twitch, and as he feels the first tremors in her thighs, slides his first and middle finger of his left hand into her in one slippery push, curling and pressing and her cunt is snapping around him moments later. He lets her ride it out and then loses himself, can't help but to babble.

"Make me cum," he whines, coming up from under her skirt. His chin is shining, lips wet and cheeks pink.

"Ask correctly," she says, and reaches up and behind her to undo the clasp of the chain the key is wound on. "You've been so good so far."

"Make me cum, mommy," he shivers, holding his hands against his crotch, cupping his trapped, needy cock. "Please, please make it cum."

"And you've been good?"

"So good," Dew nods. She pulls the chain off and holds the key up. "Been a good boy, been a good dog for you, huh, Sister?"

"Part of running this place is knowing when to delegate tasks," Imperator says, still holding the key aloft, and Dew feels instantly nervous. "So I'm going to make sure you have help being good while you're away."

"Mommy, huh?"Dew startles and his head whips around at the voice. Swiss grins, wide and predatory, and pushes himself off the door where he'd been leaning. Watching.

"No," Dew breathes, face falling and flushing a deep wine from the sudden hit of humilation. "Oh no, Sister-"

"Oh, it's back to Sister now?" Swiss asks, striding forward and to Dew's absolute horror and dismay, swiping the key from Imperator. "What happened to mommy?"

"You can go, Dewdrop," Imperator says, and she and Swiss chuckle at the misery washing over his face. His being as a whole. "If you feel you've earned the right to squirt, you can address that with our friend here." She stands, adjusting her clothes. "I've charged him with assisting me with this matter."

Swiss gives her hand a kiss and then they both look down at Dew, still shellshocked and crumpled on his knees, holding his hands over his cock to hide it.

"Buon viaggio," Swiss chirps.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Gofundme help

I try not to ask for money when I don’t have to. Unfortunately, I am struggling, and am asking for help.

I am a college student, and I have no mode of transportation. My current vehicle is out of commission due to a number of things and repairs will take about $2,000, which I do not have.

I also incurred medical debt of nearly $1,200. I was in a car crash in August of 2022, and I was informed of the debt October of 2023. I’m looking for a job currently, but I’m unable to pay it off with what I have. I’m trying to get by with paying $25 a month from my monthly allowance of $100; however, I have other costs to cover as well.

Links to the gofundme’s and a bit more information is under the cut.

There’s no guarantee that I’ll even get hired or make enough money to pay for the debt and my vehicle costs while trying to pay for other necessities and whatnot.

I’m trying my hardest to pay this off, but I’m struggling financially and I can’t do it on my own. My parents are unable to help because my mother is a teacher and is about to quit and find a lower paying job, and my dad is unemployed. By doing this, I’m hoping to get the financial stress off both their backs and mine. Sharing, donating, anything will help. Thank you.

I’m also aware that I am tagging this with so many things that aren’t relevant, but I genuinely need the help, and am trying to get this out wherever I can.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Just Witchy Stuff (Nameless Poly!Ghouls x OC) Part 1

Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep.

AN: Ollie is an old OC of mine based on a lot of myself that shows a glimpse of the writer behind the writings :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

My Workshop!

-part 2

If you were to ask her what her favorite part of being a shop owner in this part of town was; she'd surprise you with the answer. While most people would say the foot traffic or tourism that comes through. Maybe they'd say it's just business and they love the money aspect of things; being able to do something to pass the time? Ollie would say she loved being a business owner because she loved to meet the people that would wander into her shop - the souls that would come in all clouded with whatever troubled them only to walk out with a precious part of them returned or uplifted with hope. To be able to make a difference even without them realizing it. Even when people often scoffed at her methods. She never batted an eye at them; perhaps when she was younger it bothered her. But when you were over 500 years old scathing comments and judgemental gazes did little to chip anything off her shoulder.

Ollie loved her small shop. She'd taken great pride in making it comfortable. As if one walked into another's home. Upon entry with the sound of a jingle bell above the door like a fairy chime to announce your arrival the first thing you'll most likely take in is the heady scent of Cedarwood, Sage, and Rosemary in the air around you that Ollie used in a homemade cleansing spray to clear the negativity and promote a protective cleaning aura upon entry to her small but protected domain. If you look at each corner of the room there are fresh sprigs of lavender and eucalyptus hanging from intricately intertwined leather cords that give the room an added layer to your senses also used for protection and calming. There are two areas in the large open space that is partially blocked off by a Japanese partition wall for a sense of privacy each section contained comfortable couches, an armchair, a low coffee table and some throw pillow to sit on to relax in with a single small bookshelf to each mini portioned privacy rooms with a bowl of crystals and some incense holders burning cones on top of the short bookshelves for others to choose from to indulge in. Beyond the closed-off rooms, it looked like any other small store; with rows of dark antique shelves lined with products - everything from spell books, bundles of herbs, and satchels of premade crystals charged and cleansed personally by the residential witch that owned the shop. There were loose leaf teas of all sorts of blends promoting different aspects of chakra, aura, and mental spell barriers to help the mind, body, and soul.

Other shelves were lined with different jars with spells within, jewelry made and blessed, and even a little bar area that offered complementary teas that were on display for sale as well. Signs offering personal spells made to order and other nicknacks only a witch or pagan would appreciate for she did not just delve into the surface of what people thought witchcraft was. There were things from all sorts of different religions as well as deities to work with. From candles, offerings, and little booklets she'd written and printed to help those who wanted to work with certain deities. Some items were....not for the faint of heart that involved voodoo and dark magic that she kept locked behind the checkout counter at her personal disposal. It would be bad if some unknowing wanderer were to get a hold of such items not knowing what it was.

Ollie prided herself in her cozy store. She had put a lot of work into it as well as money but mostly mental focus and energy to be able to keep everything up. No one would have realized that there were certain aspects of her store she was rather protective of and took seriously. Like the line of salt just inside the door of her shop. How there are lines of salt on the edges of window sills and any entry towards her home. Of how beneath the wildly colorful rugs scattered around her store there would be graphs and symbols carved or painted into the hardwood floor where no one else would see.

She was thorough if nothing else but despite the protection meant for not only herself but those who walk through her door, she is rather open and friendly to new faces. That was one thing she had going for her. So deceptively sweet, sassy, and kind that people did not see the beast that lurked beneath her violet eyes. Another signature trait of hers that people believed was contacts. The one thing people did not understand was that that kind person like Ollie who was sweet and open; giving without expecting anything in return their other sides are just as extreme and strong - god or whatever deity that person serves better protect them well if anyone gets on Ollie's bad side for there is nothing worse in this world and the next than a woman scorned - destructive if she's a witch; for she does not work alone.

After a long tiring day of smiles, spells, and emotional distress that her psyche took today, Ollie was more than happy to be able to flip the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed' on her door so that she may make herself a cup of tea and meditate but as she turned to walk back into her store a voice called from down the street sounding awfully familiar in it's over the top cheerfulness that no one should be having at midnight.

"Olivia, My dear! Won't you wait a moment?! We must see you, urgently!"

The woman spun on her heel and watched with furrowed brows as a group marched their way in a cluster down the deserted streets towards her quickly. Now because of her profession, Ollie kept her store open no later than midnight in case there was a wandering poor unfortunate soul that needed her help without the stares or judgment of others on the otherwise timely streets her store was located on but those were few and far in between. But the voice was certainly one she hadn't heard in many years - and she secretly grimaced at the realization of who was approaching.

The woman was tall and blond with her greying hair pulled up into a form of bun updo at the back of her head and her face although far more wrinkled than Ollie had last remembered her having was more prominent in the yellow light of the street lamps - no amount of concealer, foundation, or lipstick could conceal her age.

"Sister Imperator." Ollie's voice was even as she eyed the group while leaning against the open door. "I'm surprised you remember my shop after all these years." a wry smile tugged at her pink lips as her violet eyes gleamed in the light while she examined the ragtag group behind the imposing woman and the oddly dressed man trailing nervously.

Besides Sister Imperator, there were 6 others. A man who was dressed in a scarlet red suit from head to foot and what looked like some kind of mask painted on his face that made him resemble a panda as he walked with a cane in one hand although he clearly didn't need it and a fedora hat on his slicked back black (but greying) hair. His eyes were mismatched she'd noted. One white eye and the other a normal green that looked almost grey in the shadows. Behind him were 5 others dressed all in the exact same black attire. Black skinny jeans with black suspenders while their skin-tight black button-down shirts tucked into the pants and black riding boots. What was curious was the fact they all wore what looked like a faceless silver mask with engraved hair and horns - a form of devil mask or something of the like. But the masks only covered their heads and faces down to the noses leaving the people's chins exposed; well would have been if they weren't covered in black fabric. They looked stoic and their stances were....unnatural; too stiff and detached. She wasn't too keen on their energy either; dark and foreboding - like swirling black smoke that only her eyes could see coming from them.

"Olivia, dear?" Sister Imperator's voice broke through the fog of the witch's thoughtful examination bringing her slowly back to the present as if she was slowly being pulled from the water.

"Hmm?" Ollie blinked and turned her attention back to the woman before her lips curled slightly. "Sorry, Sister. Of course, come on in." she swept her hand inside her store.

The blonde woman walked straight in with no problem and while the man began to follow he paused halfway in and turned awkwardly towards her. He pointed with a gloved hand at her face and she raised a brow curiously when he didn't say anything at first.

"Is that you're real hair color?" he asked in a tone of voice that clearly spoke volumes of his lack of social skills.

Ollie reached up to tug a piece of her pure white hair in front of her eyes in amusement as she looked closely at her own hair as if realizing it for the first time that it was snow white.

"Why, won't you look at this?" she murmured before meeting the man's gaze with a humorous one of her own.

"Yes, it's natural. I actually used to be a brunette but...it changed over time. One of the hazards of my profession" she replied truthfully which seemed to satisfy the man as he gave a little hum and began walking inside again.

Ollie watched as the bulkiest of the silver-masked fellows followed after the man and presses a hand to the door to keep it open to allow Ollie inside first and she began to turn away until she realized that...he wasn't moving. His foot was hovering over the edge of the door but it didn't go past the line of salt at her doorstep. Her gaze stared at the foot before slowly dragging her eyes back up to meet the pale purple behind the mask.

"Sister Imperator. I don't believe you introduced me to your friends." Ollie's gaze did not leave that of the masked figure.

"Oh, yes well..." the woman behind her cleared her throat uncomfortable as she looked around the store as if realizing for the first time where she was.

"They are safe, Olivia. I promise you on my life." the blonde said her tone leaving no room to argue but Ollie did not move for a hot minute.

"It's not your life I'm worried about." she finally shot over her shoulder before her foot moved forward carefully and brushed the toe of her boot across the salt line slowly.

"Don't touch anything," she warned the masked figures in a low voice that broached no argument before swiftly turning and heading deeper into the store.

The store itself was dimply lit. The lights above were shut off and only a few oil lamps on a few surfaces within the store gave light. She led the way to the partitioned area and moved to the small counter where she kept her complementary teas.

"Alright, now that you've invaded my holy space." her voice was only partly joking as she busied herself in preparing a personal blend of tea.

"Would you like to make the introductions?"

Sister Imperator sank into one of the armchairs and sighed. "Always with the pleasantries, Olivia."

"Ollie."

"Or should I call you The Arcane Priestess." there was a gleam in the other's eyes that made Ollie tense up.

"I haven't gone by that name in centuries. A name you should not even know. Now talk. You know damn well I don't enjoy these little visits of yours so let's stop with the pretense of friendship. I'm tired, I've had a long day." Ollie snapped her gaze sharp as she turned cooly towards the group.

"Touchy aren't we?"

Ollie's violet eyes flashed and her hand clenched around the edge of the counter. "Your crossing the line sister, do you want me to take back the youth I gave you?" one brow quirked up and that seemed to shut the other up if only for the moment as the older woman's jaw tensed and she flapped her hand around the group.

"This is my son, Papa Emeritus IV -"

"Please call me Copia, mi cara." The awkward man in the suit gave a little smile to the witch who merely flicked her gaze up and down his frame a few times as if seeing him differently.

"These are... Well, these are my ghouls." Copia motioned for the masked group that had yet to take a sit; they damn blended into the darkness of the room so silent and still she didn't even bat an eye at them.

"I know it may seem a little out of this world -" Copia began but Ollie raised a hand to him to stop his upchuck.

"The names Ollie." she interrupted with a tip of her head and outstretched hands. "I'm a witch. There is nothing from this world or the next that can surprise me Copia. I think you should have already known that - or at least realized upon coming to a witch shop in the middle of the night." she snorted.

Copia seemed to flounder for words as he idly tapped his fingertips together. "Si si..."

Ollie then turned to Sister Imperator. "Now, you delivered your charges in my care. You may go."

"I am not leaving Olivia this is-"

Ollie leaned forward towards her; violet eyes darkening into something dangerous; the threat within them was clear as day and dangerous. "I. Wasn't. Asking." her gaze flickered to the door.

"Copia can fill you in after the visit when he returns to you. You're aura is suffocating and I cannot work with you breathing down my neck, snake. Now leave."

Sister Imperator stared shocked at the younger woman. It was hard to think that a girl who looked no older than her early 20s was speaking in such a way to a woman old enough to her be mother; the lack of respect. But it was the look in those purple eyes that held such years in them. A power in them that radiated through her entire being so palpable that even Sister Imperator had to rise to her feet feeling like a caged and cornered animal in a cage with a predator that could rip her to shreds and then some.

"Papa, I will be waiting for word." the woman stated with a false smile and nod before she all but ran from the shop. The door clicked shut behind her with more force than needed.

Ollie inhaled deeply and raised her hands to her temples to rub at the throb that was beginning to form but when she felt the unnerving pairs of eyes on her she lifted her head to peer at the others in the room. There was a heavy silence before she let out a puff of air from her mouth and placed her hands on her hips.

"Sister Imperator and I have known each other since before you were born Copia." Ollie gave a slight smile. "I knew Papa Nihil when he was younger than you when the Clergy was first starting. Trust me, I know a lot more about you guys than I should; I just like pretending like I don't in front of your mother. Gotta keep my trick cards close hmm?" the witch gave a bit of a more genuine smile before straightening up and motioning around.

"Alright, now let's go somewhere more private so we can talk. These walls have ears." she led the flabbergasted Papa and his ghouls from the room and behind the counter. She stood in front of a bookshelf and did an intricate sign with her hands. Seconds later the bookshelves parted to reveal a small well-lit tunnel.

She could tell as soon as they began to walk how the ghouls at her back visibly relaxed as the trap doors closed behind them - locking them inside as they walked. The tunnel was deceptively long in comparison to the building's structural making and if that itself was confusing the hellish creatures could feel the magic that palpitated from the very stone as they walked. Like honey coating the walls they soaked it up subconsciously basking in the magic energy like starving animals while they listened to the little witch and Papa talking ahead of them.

"You may have felt a difference," she shot her violet gaze back at the creatures with a small smile that held hundred years of secrets. "I don't like to practice my personal preferences in the common shop. That is more for show - for the customers that need the basics; it's for protection...for the light magic that people expect. Down here, gentlemen. This is where my true art takes form. Where the darkest of lies and secrets can be unfolded and the more...macabre and black magic can be done without the judging of others."

They came to an old-looking Victorian door with a brass knocker in the shape of a demonic-looking lion's head before she grasps the ring the head held within its menacing-looking jaws - knocking it loudly with a sound that vibrated the air around them it. And then with a start, the lion's head came to life - its golden eyes blinked open and they landed on the group.

"Sorry, Volrath. Didn't mean to wake you. May we enter?" Ollie spoke to the head.

The door knocker blinked slowly at her before its eyes closed again and the door clicked open allowing the group within the confinements of within.

"Oh...." Copia murmured as he stepped in looking around the vast space.

Ollie spun her arms around with a proud smile on her face as she pinned her guests with a look.

"Welcome to where the magic happens, boys."

The space was large. Looking like a two leveled warehouse filled to the brim with shelves of books, statues, and cases filled with items that looked older than time. A living area with comfortable couches covered in soft fabric with an old kitchen off to the side of the open floor space. The top level was guarded by archways made of stone and railings of iron that lead to a half circle wrapped around. One side was what looked to be a library or office space filled with all sorts of things up there that they couldn't make up while the other side looked like her personal living space and bedroom.

"This place is..." Copia began as he spun around feeling as if he'd stepped out of time for a moment.

"It's neat hmm? I like to contribute different eras I've lived through to my personal space. This is where I live. Below the shop. This space was designed to house and entertain different creatures and such that would pop down here for my services." Ollie looked visibly happier and more relaxed now that she was in her space as she idly pulled her snow-white hair up into a messy bun.

"What kind of magic work do you do?" the quiet voice of one of the ghouls spoke up causing her to look over her shoulder at the bunch.

"What do you think?" her lip curled up slightly but when no one replied she sighed out a chuckle. "To the world above," her voice was gentle and almost wistful as she pointed to the ceiling.

"I am just the crazy witchy lady that sells stuff people think is a hoax or a scam. Down here though, I practice far harder and more dangerous magic than some love spells, blessing crystals, and burning sage." she laughed

"There is a reason Sister Imperator calls me The Arcane Priestess. I've been around a lot longer than I look, boys. I've worked with so many deities, gods, creatures, and magic that you'd be surprised. So trust me when I say, my personal space is a safe space for you lot." she wagged a finger at the ghouls.

"Now drop the glamor. It gives a bittersweet taste to the air and I don't like it," she ordered placing her hands on her hips.

Heads tilted to look at each other silently but she was patient as she gave them time to adjust and instead look over to Copia. "Trust me, they aren't the first ghouls I've worked with or helped before. Now, what's going on that needs my help?"

Copia played with his cane as he nervously looked around. "Well..."

"Copia. I don't judge. I'm a freaking witch for crying out loud. Working with hellish creatures is child's play for me. Shit! That reminds me. I need to visit Luci." she clapped her hands and darted up the stairs towards her office workspace on the second floor; unbestowed to her that others followed behind her.

She was finishing lighting a black candle with a white marked seal on the side when she turned to find one of the ghouls reaching out to touch one of her other alters and she reached out sharply to grab their wrist.

"Don't." her voice was firm even when her grip was gentle as she guided the clawed fingers from the alters and shiny objects placed on that particular alter.

"Mother Hecate isn't very fond of others touching her stuff," Ollie stated softly before she turned away to view the others.

The ghouls were all standing there looking around but silent; deglamoured and their ashen skin and tails were flicking back and forth. She did not say anything about their masks figuring when they were ready and comfortable enough that they'd take it off when they were good and ready to do so. Instead, she guided everyone further into the room and motioned for Copia to take a seat on one of the couches situated inside the room.

"Sorry about that. Now. Go ahead and tell me what trouble you've gotten yourself into. Have you summoned a ghoul you can't control?"

"No....well not really. I mean si." Copia floundered waving his hands. "We did do a summoning but it backfired and well...it wasn't exactly a ghoul that we summoned - we sent it back of course but not before...well..." he looked towards the ghouls.

"Not without a scrape or few..."

AN: If you guys enjoyed this let me know if you'd like for me to make one shot series for Ollie and the Ghouls! I'd love to hear your thought. Did you like it? Would you like to see more of Ollie and the Ghouls outside of this series?

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Rituale Septem - Day 6: Greed

Pairing: (Swiss x Dewdrop x f!reader)

Summary: Terzo takes a step back from guiding you in the ritual, but he fails to tell you why. He sends his Ghouls to you instead - luckily for you, those Ghouls know just what you need to forget about Papa Emeritus III. If even just for a moment...

Rating: Mature, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: Angst, threesome, fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting, p in v sex, double penetration, some m+m elements (potentially a sexual awakening...), double creampie, mind break, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 

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A/N: Just popping here to say again, the Ghouls all have silver masks and are trainees under Terzo's reign for the time being. I don't know Terzo's Ghouls well enough to be able to write their characters. Thank you for understanding - Enjoy!🖤

Prev: Day 5 - Envy | Next: Day 7: Pride

October 30th 

What a fucking idiota. 

Terzo reprimanded himself as he stood in the doorway to his office. After a night of sleeplessness, tossing and turning with images of you screwing his half-brother or Satan-forbid, your tear-stained cheeks he’d missed when you watched him railing Christine in front of you, he was exhausted. It was karmic, and he knew that. He deserved it.  

He stared at the chairs in front of his desk, reliving the events of yesterday. He knew the mistakes he’d made, and he wasn’t sure how to make up for them. But Primo had been extremely useful and given him direction, at least for now. He would be taking a step back; you didn’t need him to complete your goal. 

“Good morning, Papa,” Christine greeted from behind him, somewhat hesitantly as if she knew of his fragile state of mind. Terzo jumped even at that, turning his head as if shaken from a dream.  

“Oh, uh... sì, buongiorno,” he dismissed her, stepping into his office and heading for his desk. Christine gingerly followed him in, standing between those damn chairs and the door.  

“Did, um... Did you talk to Sister ____?” she asked, worry in her tone.  

Terzo was instantly transported back to the moment he’d found you in Copia’s workshop, walking into... that. 

“Um... not exactly,” he sighed. Sister Christine rolled her eyes. 

“Papa, seriously? You can’t just hide with your tail between your legs, you should-” 

“She was a little busy,” he interrupted, sternly. “Don’t worry, Christine. I got what was coming to me.”  

Christine’s brows furrowed in confusion, her shoulders sagging in defeat. She saw the pained look on his face, how different he looked today. His face looked puffy with a lack of sleep, his paints thinly applied and not to the usual crisp standard. Even his hair wasn’t styled so neatly, parting in the middle and falling over his forehead. She wasn’t sure what had happened when he’d gone to find you yesterday, but she also knew she shouldn’t ask.  

“O-okay... Well, Sister Imperator left a note for you on my desk this morning,” Terzo didn’t hide the groan of disdain at the mention of Imperator, “I know, I know... She requires your assistance in setting up the Great Hall for the All Hallow’s Ball tomorrow. Apparently, your opinions on decorative party supplies are a necessity.”  

“Va bene, (Okay,) I’ll go soon. I just need to do something first... Would you leave me?” he asked.  

“Of course,” she nodded with a sympathetic smile, and left him to his own solitude.  

Terzo dug around his desk for his stationary set, pulling out a clean parchment and his expensive ink pen, and began to write...  

Sorella ______,  

I have every belief you can finish this on your own. You do not need my assistance, or my guidance. With just two sins left, I’m positive you can achieve what you wish for. 

Enjoy the Ball tomorrow evening.  

Papa Emeritus III 

He had hoped his belief in you would shine through his brief note. Apologies felt like an insult to your intelligence, and any kind of confession of feelings felt too distracting to your task at hand. This would have to do. 

He folded the parchment, sealing it with a fresh wax seal, and got up to leave, heading towards the Great Hall. He would hand the note to one of his Ghouls on his way and ask them to drop it off, leaving you to complete whichever of the two sins you chose today in peace, and without his interference. 

He owed you that much, he thought. 

The knock at your door that morning startled you, completely unexpected. A part of you, childishly, hoped that it was him... Maybe he’d come to apologise, giving you an opportunity to do the same. Hell, even if he showed up pretending nothing had happened and wanted to jump right back into the ritual, you’d let him. You just wished you’d see his face on the other side of that door; the rest you’d figure out.  

But you were sorely disappointed.  

Instead, Swiss and Dewdrop stood shoulder to shoulder, a piece of folded parchment in Swiss’ hand. 

“Good morning, Sister ______!” Swiss chirped, entirely too giddily for such an early call. Dewdrop remained as silent and stoic as ever. 

“Oh... Hi.” You sounded disappointed even to your own ears. Swiss’ signature smile dropped, and behind his mask his eyes squinted in suspicion.  

“Well... okay, then...” he shook it off, unsure if he should pry. “Got a thing for ya!” he held the parchment out to you, notably with the wax seal facing up and proudly displaying Papa’s crest indented into it. You stared at it for a beat too long, and Swiss shook it in front of your eyes, awakening you from your own analytical trance. You took it from him, stepping back into your apartment and dropping lazily with a huff onto your couch. Swiss invited himself in, sitting on the opposite end whilst Dew hovered in the doorway, shutting the door behind him.  

You popped the seal on the paper, unfolding it to see Papa’s handwriting in a short and frankly abrupt note. Your eyes skimmed it, reading and re-reading over and over, and getting visibly more annoyed with each read through. 

“I have every belief you can finish this on your own.” 

On your own.  

Was he fucking serious? He was just... abandoning you? No apologies, no explanations... he couldn’t even be bothered to show his fucking face today, getting his Ghouls to do his dirty work?  

“You fucking asshole...” you muttered, screwing the note up tightly in your fist and throwing it to the floor, slamming your back against the couch and folding your arms like a toddler in a tantrum.  

An awkward silence fell over the room, losing yourself in your own thoughts again. So, he was just going to leave you to perform pride and greed alone, with no guidance, not even a hint at what the hell you could possibly do for either one? He'd ruined it. He was spoiling the entire ritual, after you’d done everything you could to stay on task and with just two days left.  

Your mind worked itself into a dizzying array of possible scenarios you might be able to play out for the remaining sins, trying desperately to think of something, anything you could do today for either one. Nothing stuck, too complicated by the confusing mix of anger and disappointment in the pit of your stomach. 

You’d almost forgotten about the two Ghouls in your presence until Swiss spoke up. 

“Sister, are you alright? What did he do?” Swiss’ hand rested on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.  

“He’s just... leaving me to it,” you spat. Swiss was even more confused.  

“To what?” he asked. “I don’t understand...” he looked up to Dew, who just shrugged with a shake of his head.  

And so, you explained. You told them of the ritual, of each sin you’d performed – conveniently leaving out of course the part where you were now harbouring some very confusing feelings about Papa Emeritus III – and what it was all for. To your surprise, Swiss and Dew listened along attentively, without judgement. Dew came to sit beside you on the armrest of the couch too, his attention on you and allowing you to vent. You’d half expected some clever quips to come from Swiss but no, they both just listened. 

“And now, for some reason, he’s just abandoned me and said ‘okay, ______, figure it out yourself’.” Of course, you had an idea what that reason was... clearly you’d pissed him off, but he’d started it when he dove dick first into your friend and laughed at you for having any kind of negative reaction!  

Reality set in, and tears welled in your eyes. You really were going to fumble this ritual, now. You wouldn’t get to hear the Dark One’s voice, you wouldn’t get the guidance you had been so desperate for and frankly, you were beginning to question once again your place in the Ministry. You may as well start packing your bags now... 

Swiss and Dew shared a look you missed; one of sympathy, like they both wanted to do something to console you. They didn’t want to see a sister lose her faith, particularly not one as kind to the Ghouls as you.  

“Well hey, maybe we can help think of something?” Swiss slapped Dew’s back from behind you to encourage him. He nodded vigorously, placing his hand on your other shoulder. “What sins do you have left?” 

“Pride and greed...” Your voice shook with unshed tears. “What the hell am I going to do?” 

Swiss thought for a moment, shuffling closer to you on the couch to wrap an arm around you and pull you to lay on his chest. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm while you burrowed your face into his neck, allowing yourself a moment to collect yourself, take some breaths.  

“Pride is a tough one, that’s about thinking of yourself before another, like being narcissistic or vain, but it can come down to something as simple as self-respect. How you embody that in sin, I don’t really know. I always thought it was a stupid one. What’s wrong with loving yourself, hm? Never got God’s problem with that. Think he just didn’t want people thinking they were better than him...” he scoffed. “Ironic that he made pride a sin when there’s never been a deity with a higher superiority complex.” 

You chuckled at that; he was right. But it wasn’t giving you much confidence in how to perform this... 

“But greed is easier. That’s about having an excessive, selfish desire to acquire something... Like power or money. Could be... pleasure...” he hesitated there, looking down at you through his mask. “I mean, you could... desire excessive pleasure?” he asked.  

You sat up, brain ticking over what he’d said. He was right again, of course. You could...  

“I think that, if you wanted to... we could help with that?” Swiss tested the waters, looking up at Dew who nodded slowly in agreement. “Only if you want us to, of course...”  

“You’d do that for me?” you asked, sitting up and looking between the two Ghouls. The idea of it far from horrified you. In fact, you had been a little disappointed after your encounter with Phantom that you were too exhausted to find out what Swiss and Dew could do for you. And let’s face it, you were running out of options and time. You had no doubt at all in their ability to enact this sin with you, and you trusted them enough to do so.  

“Sweetheart...” Swiss moved in closer, his lips hovering by your ear, tone deepening significantly, “Do you have any idea how disappointed we were when we realised our dear Phantom had exhausted you the other day?” 

Swiss’ breath was impossibly hot against your neck, spreading goosebumps over your skin where he moved your hair behind your shoulder with one finger. Dew slid onto the couch on your other side, trapping you between the two of them. He stayed silent as he always did, but his eyes sparkled with an interest that hadn’t been there a few moments ago.  

“I-I was disappointed... too...” you stuttered as you felt Swiss’ teeth nipping at your ear lobe, Dew’s hand coming to rest on your knee and drawing delicate patterns into your skin where the hem of your skirt couldn’t quite reach. This was moving fast, but frankly, you didn’t have time to hesitate – you'd only talk yourself out of it, and you didn’t want to do that. 

“We could... make you feel good, Sister...” Swiss teased, pressing his lips to the spot on your neck under your ear that sent a wave of arousal through your body. “Just say yes...” he whispered into your neck, drawing patterns with the tip of his nose while Dew’s fingertips travelled up your thigh.  

You had to admit, you were easily affected by the Ghouls and their small gestures of affection. At a time when affection was exactly what you needed, you weren’t all that concerned where you got it from. Clearly, it wouldn’t come from the one place you wish it would... And this served a purpose, didn’t it? A means to an end, if you will. Why deny yourself the pleasure? Why deny yourself all the work you’d already put in?  

“Fuck it...” you breathed, rolling your head back as Dew attached his lips to the other side of your neck, suckling softly at the skin where previous bruises had yellowed.  

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we intend to...” Swiss promised, a new fervour in the way he kissed your neck, his hand coming to grip your waist where Dew was pressed against you.  

You were surrounded by them both, their hands wandering, their mouths working you to a heightened state of arousal. Dew’s hand began to squeeze at your inner thigh under your skirt, his nails scratching the skin and coaxing your thighs apart for him.  

You turned your head to face Dew, his eyes hooded and hazy behind the glint of his silver mask. You could see him biting his lip, searching your face for any protests while his hands squeezed and scratched higher and higher up the inside of your thigh but he found nothing. Instead, with a particular sharp scratch to the skin you found yourself whining and latching your lips to his, pulling him to you by his uniform. Dew groaned, shoving his palm against your clothed mound for you to rut yourself again.  

Swiss chuckled against your neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh just enough to cause a sharpness, never enough to burst the skin. You weren’t sure you’d mind if he did at this point, but instead he laved his tongue over the spot, gripping at your waist even tighter and grinding his crotch into your hipbone.  

If anyone had seen the three of you right now, they’d accuse you of being horny teenagers, dry humping and making out unrestricted and messy. Truth be told you allowed yourself to lose control, trusting that the two Ghouls entrapping you would take care of you.  

Dew’s hand pressed so tightly against your heat, pressing your panties into you and dampening them on your arousal. You ground your hips as you kissed him, tongues dancing together whilst shockwaves pulsed through your clit. Your whimpers were swallowed by Dew’s mouth, earning a low growl from deep within his chest. 

Swiss’ cock had hardened in his pants, still grinding into your hip from the angle he was sat beside you. He’d curled himself around you in a way that allowed him access still to your neck, stretched to accommodate Dew on the other side. He purred into your neck, his instincts taking over.  

“Sister, tell us what you want...” he pleaded, reaching to grope at your breast through your habit. You parted from Dew and turned your head to him.  

“Make me feel good... Until I beg you to stop,” you grinned wildly, grabbing him by his waistcoat and crashing your lips to his. Dew watched hungrily, his hand becoming more calculated and switching to his fingers circling your clit over your panties. Your body writhed where you sat, overwhelmed with the feeling of hands everywhere, pleasure tingling through every nerve.  

As your tongue swirled with Swiss’, he unbuttoned your habit, reaching underneath to push his hand under the cup of your bra – another matching piece that Dew was marvelling now he could see your panties under his hand. Swiss broke your kiss, getting a good look at your body now exposed to him. 

“Such a pretty set, sweetheart,” he practically sang, ogling the deep green embroidery of the set you’d put on today, still dressing up for whoever had been lucky enough to see them today. “You put this on for your Papa?” he teased.  

Now, logically you knew Swiss meant no harm with that question. He wasn’t teasing maliciously.  

And yet, somewhat illogically, the mere mention of his name was enough to rouse an anger in you that had you slapping your hand over his lips and holding him still in front of you.  

“Don’t fucking mention him. Just give me what I want, Swiss,” you demanded, resigning to your greed already. You pushed him with all your might, ignoring Dew for the moment and forcing Swiss onto his back. His eyes sparkled behind his mask with mischief, hands reaching for your bare thighs as you straddled him and ripped your unbuttoned habit from your arms, throwing it to the floor. 

Dew quickly moved with you, sitting himself between Swiss’ ankles and shuffling until his chest met your back. His hands gripped your hips and sat you down on Swiss’ bulge, controlling the way you ground your pussy against him. For all of his silence, Dew’s actions spoke volumes. He guided you as you rutted against Swiss, taking your pleasure while he nipped into your bare shoulder.  

With a rhythm created, Dew could focus his hands on your body, removing your bra and pinching at your pebbled nipples. Swiss groaned beneath you, the sight of you mixed with the grind on his cock an intoxicating cocktail.  

“Dew... Dew, get these off her, man,” he pants, pinging at the waistband of your panties. Dew complied, dropping his hands to them and ripping without hesitation, tearing into the material and flinging it elsewhere. “Hope you didn’t like them too much, sweetheart,” Swiss smirked, undoing the zipper of his trousers between you and hissing when you rubbed your folds over his knuckles as he did.  

As Swiss began to undress himself, Dew took it upon himself to make sure you weren’t going a second without stimulation. From behind you, he slid his hands under you, pushing his fingers forwards through your soaked folds until his fingertips circled your clit. Your back arched at the sensation, reaching behind you and around the back of his neck to pull his chest against you. He alternated between dragging his fingers through your slick folds and circling your clit over and over whilst you dug your nails into the back of his head, pulling his lips down to yours to muffle your moans in a desperate kiss.  

Beneath you, Swiss managed to remove his waistcoat and shirt and push his pants down enough to release his length. He stroked himself as he watched the display above him, seeing you get closer and closer to your first orgasm. He began to talk you through it, coaxing you more and more while Dew’s fingers took on a mind of their own.  

“Feels good, huh, baby?” he laughed after a particularly lavish moan escaped your lips and your hips bucked against Dew’s fingers. “Push ‘em inside, Dew. Let her feel you,” he encouraged. Dew did just that, slipping two fingers inside your heat from behind you. You cursed into his mouth, clenching around the intrusion that felt so fucking welcome you almost toppled over the edge just at that.  

Dew growled, curling his fingers as he fucked them in and out of you. The coil inside you was tightening impossibly fast, and within a minute you knew you were set to burst. 

“Are you gonna cum on his fingers, sweetheart? Come on... Give us one,” Swiss cheered you on, stroking himself and using his free hand to cup your breast, pinching your nipple to punctuate his words. When you bucked and writhed, orgasm finally hitting you he praised you, “There we go, hm? Good girl... Cum on his fingers baby, that’s it...” 

You whined and clenched on Dew, biting down on his bottom lip and he fucked his hand into you to get you through it. When the pleasure ebbed away, you leaned back against him, turning your head to look down at Swiss who was smirking, slowly stroking at his now leaking cock. Now able to see his chest, you realised just how built he was underneath his shirt and waistcoat. A thin layer of chest hair contoured his chest and abdomen, right down to where he was touching himself; it drove you wild. 

“Good?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.  

“Mhm. Want more,” you grinned, bending at the waist to hover over him, your hand swatted his away as you leaned.  

“More?” he teased, “Greedy little girl...” You giggled, beginning to stroke him and pushing your lips to his to silence him. Behind you, Dew was busy taking in the view as he sucked on the fingers he’d dove inside you, cleaning himself off. From where you bent over Swiss, he had the perfect view of your rounded and still bruised ass and your exposed, glistening cunt. Tasting you on his fingers ignited something inside him, growling as he licked every last drop.  

Swiss noticed his friend’s eyes trained on your core, hearing his growls and broke your kiss to nod in his direction and show you what you’d caused. You followed his gaze and watched the man who was hypnotised by your taste... 

“I think he likes you,” Swiss flirted, “why don’t you let him have a taste, sweetheart? I’m sure he can give you another with his tongue...” A deeper, louder growl came from Dew’s throat. “See?” 

Looking behind you, you saw Dew’s gaze had fallen on yours as if waiting for permission... “Don’t stop until I’m cumming, Dew,” you demanded, wiggling your hips in front of him.  

Like a man possessed, Dew shuffled back on the couch and bent down, shoving his masked face into your ass and laving his tongue over your core. You fell forward at the force, slamming to Swiss’ chest where he held you tightly against him. Laying against him you could do nothing to pump his length in your hand, but Swiss didn’t mind. Plenty of time for that later... For now, he was enjoying the look on your face as Dew dove into your pussy, sucking and licking and nipping at your clit.  

“Fuck, Dew... So good...” you whined; Dew’s grip on your ass tightened, his nails burning into the bruises still littering your skin. By now the pain of the bruises didn’t bother you so much, only heightening the depravity you found yourself in. Your mind wondered over the last few days, how you’d been used and fucked every single day in the filthiest ways. You’d tried things you never had before, surprised yourself with new kinks and confidence and allowed yourself the freedom to sleep with whoever aroused you at the time. You’d never felt so empowered... 

The memories served to drive you mad with arousal, wanting nothing more than to cum again on Dew’s tongue. Once again, you found yourself close to an end, rutting your hips against his chin. The movement of your hips created short, small ripple-effect moments through your body that were enough to give Swiss a little bit of friction, cock still wrapped up in your hand. He hummed in delight, pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.  

“How does she taste, Dew?” he called down to his friend, knowing full well he wouldn’t asnwer with words. Dew growled again, lost in his own greed. He needed more of you, all of you. Your taste was sending him on a straight road to insanity. “Good, it seems...” he smiled sadistically.  

Dew was becoming feral behind you as you rutted against his chin. His tongue dove into you, the nose of his mask adding to your pleasure and winding your coil back up once again until you lost it... You cried out against Swiss’ chest, your hand squeezing his length between the two of you earning a hiss and groan of pleasure. You felt your pussy convulsing, a wave of fresh arousal briefly squirting from you to land on Dew’s tongue as he slurped and drank everything you gave him. 

Dew delivered a spank to your ass as he sat up, licking his lips and wiping his chin of your mess.  

“Unholy fuck, did you squirt on him?” Swiss asked, amazed as you lay on him, catching your breath. You just giggled in response, words failing you. “Shit, I wanna make you do that...” 

“Then... you’ll... need to fuck me, first...” you taunted between breaths.  

“You got it, sweetheart,” he kissed you again, reaching between you both to take his cock from you, only to line it up with your entrance and slowly, begin to push inside you.  

Dew watched on from behind you, slowly undressing himself as he watched Swiss’ cock sink further and further into you. He was surprised at himself, so turned on watching another man sink into where he had just been burying his tongue and fingers. He thought he might feel possessive, jealous even, but he wanted nothing more than to see you fall apart on his friend. He was enjoying this...  

When Swiss bottomed out, he couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling. You felt so warm, so wet around him. Thanks to Dew’s work, you had been able to quickly accommodate him, slick enough to take him without any issues. You sat up, pressing your palms to his chest and rolling your hips against him. Immediately, pleasure returned and that spot inside you fluttered when he grazed it. You needed him, you needed more. Always more, more, more...  

Swiss’s hips met yours, rolling against you over and over. He watched where the two of you connected, seeing his cock disappearing over and over, glistening with your juices. In the space between your thighs and his cock, he could vaguely make out Dew behind you, now completely nude and stroking himself in time with his thrusts.  

“Fuck...” Swiss breathed, turned on at the sight. “Hey, hey baby...” he tapped at your cheek, getting you to open your eyes you’d closed in bliss and look down at him, “Think Dew needs a hand...”  

You looked behind you, seeing Dew completely nude save for his mask, and fucking into his fist much like Copia had been at your feet yesterday. And you got an idea...  

“This isn’t fair...” you whined, slapping a hand down against Swiss’ chest in protest. You stopped moving your hips but he continued for the both of you, refusing to stop. 

“W-what?” he asked.  

“Want more... Want you both,” you whimpered, reaching behind you to stroke at Dew’s cock. He shivered at the contact, and the thought of being buried in you like Swiss was. He wanted you too... 

“B-both of us? Like...” Swiss stuttered, now stilling his hips reluctantly.  

“Inside me, together. Fuck, I need it... Please?” you begged, looking between them both. The Ghouls looked past you and at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation while you waited impatiently. The thought of having both of them inside you; it both scared and excited you. Were you sure you could take them both? Would it hurt? Maybe they wouldn’t be comfortable with it? 

“Dew, if you’re not comfortable man, I get it...” Swiss reasoned; in his mind, he was more than happy to oblige. His cock even twitched at the thought, which came as a surprise to him. He’d never been in such close proximity to another man sexually but he wasn’t opposed to the idea in the slightest.  

Dew gave Swiss a look, paired with a slight twist of his head and started to slowly, once again, stroke himself; confirming that the idea was enough to interest him. 

“Shit, okay... okay, yeah. You think you can take us, baby?” Swiss’ attention came back onto you.  

“With the right prep,” you smirked, looking back at Dew. “Will you help, Dew?”  

He nodded in understanding, his hand sliding between your ass cheeks and further down, until his fingertips met where you sat impaled on Swiss’ cock. Swiss watched intently, his body twitching when Dew’s fingertips came into contact with his shaft. Slowly, Dew pushed in one finger as Swiss pushed himself in too, using the movement to aid the stretch of added girth. You saw fucking stars...  

“Sathanas...” you squealed, and the two stilled in panic. “No, no... don’t stop. It’s good... so fucking good,” you reassured, and the two men continued... In and out, over and over while you got slicker, messier for both of them like your body knew what was coming and wanted nothing more than to get you there. 

Before long, Dew attempted to push another digit in, and slowly but surely, he managed to do the same. Your body was accommodating them both nicely, nothing too rushed, still just slow and gentle. The look on Swiss’ face was a picture, screwed up in his attempts to remain focussed, to not burst into a fit of rutting as hard and fast as he possibly could with how good it felt to be sheathed inside you and have Dew’s fingers pressed against him. 

When you were ready, Dew added a third finger, stretching you to a point you most certainly never had before. His wrist ached at the angle, and so he pushed gently on your shoulder until you leaned over, hovering above Swiss and giving him much better access. The new position somehow made it easier on you too, spreading your legs further to accommodate both intrusions.  

“I... I think I’m ready,” you said once Dew and Swiss had made sure to slowly push inside as deep as possible while you shivered and spasmed at the feeling. “Please, Dew...” 

“He’s coming baby, just a little longer, okay? Wanna be sure...” Swiss reassured, peppering kisses to your neck where he lay. You nodded, letting them work you open a little longer, your slick gathering between them both and creating an easier glide as the seconds passed. Eventually, they were satisfied you were prepared. 

Dew looked over your shoulder to Swiss, checking in one final time that he was still okay with this. Swiss just smirked back at him, uttering a “Go ahead, Dew.” 

To make the initial entry easier on you, Swiss pulled himself out when Dew’s fingers left you. Dew used that same hand to coat himself in arousal, and finally, the two of them lined up beside each other, their tips just barely grazing and yet... Both of them gasped at the touch. The sound didn’t escape you; and by the look on Swiss’ face, it was certainly a pleasant experience. 

Slowly, the two of them pressed into you, sliding gently to fill you together. Dew’s hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the flesh while Swiss squeezed at your thighs, both having to restrain themselves. For you, the feeling of being stretched and filled to your limits was so damn good, you moaned so wantonly that it vibrated through your body and reached them both, tormenting them until eventually they bottomed out together.  

“Shit, Dew... You good, man?” Swiss cried, unable to tear his eyes away from where both their cocks pressed tightly against each other inside you. He missed Dew’s frantic nodding, but at the lack of protest he knew he was safe to continue.  

They began to build a leisurely pace, moving together in sync and dragging themselves over your g-spot in unison. All you could do was grip onto Swiss’ biceps for dear life, and try not to fall apart where you knelt. You’d never been pushed to this limit before, never taken so much at once but with their careful preparation they had managed to make it as easy as possible for you.  

“More... Please, want more,” you hummed, desperate for a faster pace, something rougher and more punishing. You wanted another fucking orgasm... Sure enough, greed had overtaken you.  

“Greedy girl,” Swiss growled, beginning to rock a little faster, mismatching his pace with Dew. Dew tried to keep up, but fell a little behind in rhythm. Surprisingly, that felt better than them both being in sync... Now, they were both hitting your g-spot, one after the other, in a similar rhythm to a heartbeat.  

You were crying out to both of them, expletives and wild moans between mutterings of their names filling the air around you to a backdrop of slick and sloppy noises as both men fucked into you, harder and harder... Dew couldn’t help his own moans, surrounded by you and Swiss at the same time, a whole new feeling he’d never experienced but unholy shit it felt incredible. He didn’t know another cock against his own could feel like this, never knew how much he’d love this.  

Swiss was thinking much the same, enjoying the drag of Dew’s hardness against his own. Both Ghouls were losing their minds inside you. Swiss released his grip on your thighs in search of Dew’s instead, pulling him closer, needing more of him in some form... Dew dropped one of his hands then, able to hold onto both him and you as the two kept pounding into you. 

“D-Dew... Oh, shit, why does this feel – ahhh – so good?” Swiss cried, throwing his head back into the couch. Dew roared behind you, curling his body to press against your back and sandwiching you between the sweaty bodies either side of you. You moved a little to the side, to give them room to get closer to each other, something you could sense they definitely needed while they rutted into you with reckless abandon.  

“C-can I kiss you, Dew? Fuck man, I don’t know, need more...” he pleaded through grit teeth. Dew pushed himself harder against you both and met Swiss in a bruising kiss neither man had seen coming when this all began. But it felt right, it felt good.  

Your head lay on Swiss’ chest, watching the two of them making out as their cocks filled and stretched you. It was all so much, a kind of bliss you’d never encountered. You could feel your end coming quickly, tearing through you as they resigned themselves to the mercy of the other. You gave them no warning, unable to fathom a sentence when a third burst of pleasure soared through your body.  

If Swiss wanted you to squirt for him, he’d certainly got his wish. You gushed on the pair of them, violently shaking at the force of your orgasm. The two of them broke their kiss and Swiss lost his mind, feeling your cunt flooding him.  

“Fucking hell, I gotta cum... I can’t hold this anymore. Dew, do you mind? Can I cum inside her?” You heard him babble as your brain clouded, coming down slowly while you convulsed and spasmed. You absolutely didn’t mind if he did, but would Dew? He was still buried in you too, after all...  

But Dew chuckled breathlessly and tightened his grip on Swiss’ hand, leaning in to kiss him again. He kept his pace up; a sure-fire way of making sure Swiss came inside you, and in turn, on him.  

It didn’t take him long once he got confirmation, stilling deep inside you, pressed against your cervix as his cum spilled from his cock and coated not only your walls, but Dew’s shaft too. He jumped and pulsed, desperate howls lost to Dew’s kiss. Dew kept going, slower than before but still rutting against Swiss and sending ripples of a dull buzz through you while it served to prolong Swiss’s end.  

Spent and exhausted, Swiss lay back, letting his limbs drop to the couch for a moment before he curled them around you, holding you to him still inside you. He wouldn’t remove himself yet, not while Dew was still plunging into you. He felt his spend dripping down his own length and gathering at the base of both his and Dew’s cocks and pictured what that would look like, smiling to himself dumbly as he enjoyed the overstimulation.  

Behind you, Dew had sat back up on his knees to get a better look and yes, Swiss had been right. Where Dew still rocked into you, Swiss’ spend was leaking and mixing with your own. It was the filthiest thing Dew had ever seen, and it shoved him violently into an orgasm of his own, stilling deep inside you like Swiss just had with a strangled roar. 

“Fuck, fill her up, Dew...” Swiss encouraged him, talking him through his orgasm as if speaking words that Dew couldn’t. “She needs you, Dew. Fill. Her. Up.” He spat through grit teeth, while Dew’s cock slid against his own and pushed him into oversensitivity. Dew did as he was told, emptying his load into you.  

The three of you lay atop each other, spent and exhausted. Neither Ghoul made a move to pull out of you just yet, regaining some strength and regulating their heart rates before they could even think of moving. So, you lay squashed between the two, blissfully floating in euphoria.  

“Well, uh... Satan be damned, that was... different,” Swiss laughed, still partially breathless.  

“Felt so good, guys... You’ve no idea,” you hummed, affectionately reaching behind you to pat at Dew’s hand on top of Swiss’.  

“For us too, sweetheart. Can’t believe you’re a squirter...” You swatted his chest weakly with a dumb smile, earning a chuckle from Dew. “Just wish I coulda tasted that... Dew seemed to enjoy you,” he sighed. He had hoped to taste you at some point, but things had moved in a different direction before he could and he was happy to just go with the flow, give you what you wanted.  

And then, he got an idea.  

“Hey, sweetheart?” he asked timidly. You raised your head from his chest with a quiet “hmm?”, waiting for whatever he wanted to ask. “Is that the most orgasms you’ve had in one sitting?” he asked, curiously.  

“Well, I’ve had three in one before but yes, never more than three. Gets kinda sensitive...” you laughed, settling back on his chest, content to lay there in peace with Dew. 

“Well... the first two were mostly just Dew. I never got to give you one of my own,” he pouted. “You think you could take one more?”  

Your head popped back up, looking into Swiss’ eyes and thinking over his proposition. You certainly did feel sensitive, but the idea intrigued you. Could you take another? You weren’t sure, but you’d be willing to let him try...  

“Um... maybe?” you questioned. Swiss smirked. 

“Hey Dew, would it be... just terrible... if I made sure our darling Sister of Sin was sufficiently cleaned up? I think we’ve made a mess...” he chewed on his lip, waiting for an indication from the silent Ghoul behind you.  

Dew sat up then, removing himself from you and taking a look at the mess the three of you had indeed made. He checked back in with Swiss, nodding. 

“Ah, so we did make a mess. Well, sweetheart, I'd like to offer my cleaning services,” he smirked cheekily.  

“I think that’s only fair...” you quipped.  

Swiss sat up, still holding you to him but transferring your weight back onto the couch cushion as he carefully removed himself from you too. You did your best to contract your walls, holding whatever you could inside you for the moment. Now, you sat upright, legs hanging over the edge of the couch and slouched lazily against Dew’s bare chest beside you. Swiss stood up, removing the pants that still clung to his legs by his knees, and then took up a position between your thighs, hooking your legs over his shoulders.  

He looked down at your core, and could see the mess they’d made; covered in slick, cum and puffed up from the relentless pounding. You looked delectable.  

Swiss dove in, gently at first, with his tongue lapping around your core instead of directly centre. You still writhed at the pleasure of it, enjoying the feeling as he tasted the mixture of the three of you on his tongue. Beside you, you felt Dew’s chest tense, his eyes intently trained on Swiss’ disappearing tongue. This was turning him on again, and he was yet to soften from the sex itself... With a little fuel left in the tank, he began to stoke his length, hissing at the sensitivity. 

As Swiss’ tongue dragged over your clit for the first time, you naturally clenched, a small amount of the cum you held inside you slipping out. Swiss dove in to catch it on his tongue, careful to make sure Dew saw it sat there before he swallowed it down. He’d never done anything like this before and part of him worried Dew would find it disgusting, to eat both his and Dew’s cum from you but now Dew’s hand moved quicker, he knew it was having the opposite effect.  

He hummed in satisfaction at the taste, continuing to assault your clit with his tongue and every so often having to clean up another small amount you’d involuntarily released when things got too sensitive. Dew kept stroking himself, his hips jumping if he spent too long on his sensitive tip. You wanted badly to help him, but there was no strength to lift your arms by your sides.  

Vaguely, the pleasure began to stack up again... you were no longer unsure if you could reach a fourth orgasm; you knew you could. Swiss would just need to be gentle – and somehow, he understood that.  

“Dew, I can’t lie, man... we taste good together,” he teased, watching as Dew bit his lip. “You wanna try?” he snickered. Dew nodded emphatically.  

Swiss brought his fingers up to your centre, pushing them easily inside given you’d not long had two decent sized cocks inside you, and gathered the rest of what you were keeping on them. Then he raised them to Dew’s lips, who bent to meet him halfway, and sucked the mess off them.  

Swiss held his fingers up for him as he dove back into your core, now focussing his attention solely on your clit. You whined tiredly at the sensitivity, but shit, you were close again after watching the display beside you. Dew’s hand sped significantly, making sure he sucked every last drop of cum from Swiss’ fingers. He groaned as a second orgasm came closer; he had wanted to wait for your last orgasm to cum with you, but that was looking unlikely now. He just needed a release again. 

He fell back against the couch as his cock spurted another load, clearer this time and far less than he’d emptied into you, but it felt good enough that he rolled his eyes back and had to drop his hand from the overstimulation while his hips bucked out of control.  

Swiss giggled into your core, suckling at your clit a little harder and enjoying the noises you were making. You barely recognised yourself, squealing so highly in overstimulation as your body went stiff, letting his tongue work you over and over until finally, you crashed for one last time.  

Dew caught you as your body slid to the side and into his chest, holding you and shushing you as you hiccupped in a much quieter orgasm than before, too spent and broken for anything too powerful. Your thighs pushed Swiss’ head away as they came together, shielding you from any more overstimulation. He sat back on his heels, pleased with his work as he licked the remnants of you, himself and Dew from his chin. Quietly, you came down again in Dew’s arms, your body jolting with short little bursts of electricity until you finally stilled.  

Four orgasms had taken its toll on you, and whilst the last of them hadn’t been as earth shattering as the first three, it still left you exhausted and weak. Swiss and Dew could see it in you, and allowed you to curl up into them for a while so you could relax, rest up, and get the aftercare you needed from them both. 

The Ghouls spent the rest of the day with you, having cleaned you up – properly, this time. With an actual shower... – and taken good care of you. Swiss had made you some food, something healthier for the three of you than the junk he’d thrown together last time, and the pair of them just stayed put all day, mostly in a relaxing silence as you watched whatever was on the TV.  

You appreciated that – your head was too busy for conversation, exhausted but still hurting. But there were no expectations to play hostess to the guests in your apartment, nor to divulge the mess of emotions in your mind. If you wanted to talk to them about it all, you would. They felt that.  

But you remained in your own head. You thought over the events of yesterday, of the whole week. You re-read Papa’s note in your mind over and over. You stewed over the thought of him caring for you much less than you’d thought, if his display in his office yesterday was anything to go by...  

It all hurt.  

It wasn’t until Dew wiped a tear from your cheek that you even knew you’d been crying. He gave you a look; one that asked what was wrong without having said the words. You weren’t sure why Dew was a mute Ghoul, but you were glad that it never seemed to be a problem for him. People understood what he was thinking quite easily; most of the time it was ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ but they understood him all the same... He wasn’t a people person, but you were kind to him; a friend. And so, he cared when he saw you silently crying beside him.  

“N-nothing, Dew. I’m good,” you lied. Your voice caught Swiss’ attention then, who also saw the tears.  

“You can tell us, ______. I’m not gonna tell anyone and, well... neither’s Abu over here,” he joked, slapping Dew’s shoulder as he compared him to the silent, grunting monkey from Aladdin. Dew slapped him back on the back of the head. That earned him a smile from you; goal achieved.  

“I just... Have you ever thought of someone in a certain way, and then... they’ve proved you wrong?” you asked them. 

“Well, I thought Dew was straight. Think he proved me wrong today,” he laughed. You did too, appreciating that he was trying to make you smile when you needed it. “But that’s not what you mean, is it?” 

You shook your head no, smile slipping away. 

“You’re talking about Papa.” 

You nodded.  

“I suppose he just... maybe I got too wrapped up in all this,” you sighed, wiping another fresh tear away. Dew’s arm tightened around your shoulders. “Probably should have known that ‘the great Papa Emeritus the Third’ wouldn’t see me as anything more than a notch on his bedpost. Feel stupid now, thinking I’d actually started feeling something for him...” you laughed, no humour behind it at all.  

“Don’t shoo your feelings away just because he’s devoid of them. You’re allowed to feel whatever you feel, they’re no less real just because he doesn’t reciprocate. Feelings can be dealt with, Sister,” he assured. Strangely, his words felt quite affirming.  

“I just thought he cared...” your voice cracked with more tears, a lump in your throat forming you forced to swallow.  

“You’re part of his congregation, so I think he does care. But... maybe not exactly how you’d hoped, no...” Swiss took your hand and squeezed it. “Listen, you have one more day. One more sin to complete, and then you can figure out with the Dark One what your next steps are. Ask him about Papa, if you need to. I don’t know if it’s a ‘you only get three questions’ kind of situation, but I’m sure he can help. At the very least, I'm sure he can give you a purpose that will take your mind off Papa entirely.”  

You hummed in agreement. Just one more day. How you’d achieve what you needed in that one day, you weren’t sure, but you had the willpower and the tenacity to find something.  

“Big day for you tomorrow. Final sin, the All Hallow’s Ball, a date with Lucifer...” he smirked, winking down at you.  

“Oh, shit... the ball. I forgot about that,” you sighed.  

“Something wrong?” he asked.  

“Just... gotta see Papa,” and Christine, too... awkward. “I think I’d rather not.” Swiss nodded in understanding.  

“Non-negotiable though, isn’t it?” he asked, and you nodded back, “Don’t worry, Dew and I will be there. You can dance with us.” 

“Sure, I’d like that,” you smiled between them both.  

Whilst Swiss’ little pep-talk hadn’t exactly exterminated the sadness that welled up in you now that you’d admitted your feelings towards Papa weren’t strictly platonic, he had at least eased some of the anxiety in your mind about what to do with them.  

Feelings could be dealt with; that was his most important advice, yet. No matter how long it might take, they could be dealt with. You could get through that, and Papa essentially cutting you off here was probably for the best. At least you didn’t have to worry about more nights with him, and those feelings growing exponentially harder to ignore. What you needed to focus on right now, was completing this ritual.  

One more day. One more sin.  

And a date with Lucifer. 

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A/N: And so, one more sin, and potentially only one more chapter... I'm working on writing it today - there's SO MUCH to put into it, so please bear with me. I may have to upload it in two halves if I can't finish it in time for tomorrow (I've been so busy with work, and Ghostcon over the weekend too!)

A huge thank you to @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading, and @adinferix for fine tuning the Italian translations! 🖤

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Hidden Messages

Ghost (Band)

Part 5

Dewdrop x reader

Words: 4839

Warnings: swearing, shenanigans, ✨ghouls✨

So, uh, I know it’s been a while but I finally finished this part and I honestly don’t know what happened but somehow it is double the size of the others (oops). There goes my attempt at keeping them all the same length 😭

Not sure when the next part will be out, but I am riding the strong wave of hyperfixation that I got from watching the ghovie, so it will hopefully take less time than this part.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and if you want to chat about ghost or the ghovie or anything really, shoot me a message (I don’t bite, unlike the ghouls ;)

Thanks for your support, love you all <3

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Striding hurriedly through the corridor, you grasped the cup of fresh coffee tightly. Its warmth seeped into the palm of your hand as the strong aroma hung in the air.

Tucked under your other arm was your laptop enclosed on a folder containing the last documents that you had finished last night. You rounded the corner, ducking down the next left and knocking on the first door with your free hand.

“Come in,” Sister Imperator’s stern voice sounded from the other side.

You opened the door, trying not to drop the laptop precariously held under your arm.

“Good morning, Sister,” you greeted her as you made your way over to stand before her desk.

She sat in her chair, a set of glasses perched on her nose. Her greying hair was done up in a tight bun with a few loose strands falling around her face. The suit she wore was a smooth grey.

“Morning. Do you have everything that I asked for?” She replied, her voice stern. That was how it always was though, and it was the one word that perfectly described her entire demeanour.

“Right here.” You handed her the folder of documents. “And I emailed the rest of them as well.”

Sister nodded as she flicked through the pages, skimming each one. Your eyes wandered around the room, scanning over the various novels and grimoires stuffed into the dark bookshelf that took up most of the room.

Practice started in ten minutes, and you were hoping this meeting would be short. You could have had extra time if not for Cirrus, who hadn’t wanted to let you go just as Dewdrop had the morning before.

Ghouls were so much like cats.

It was a similarity you had marked several times throughout working with them. Although, when you had brought it up to Phantom one time, he’d vehemently denied it, even though he’d literally been purring loudly right before you said it.

“Did you sort out the issue with the venue?” Sister asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, they needed an extra few forms filled out for the pyrotechnics. I filled those out, just waiting now for their confirmation, which we should receive some time today.”

She nodded, finishing flicking through the files. “Excellent work.”

“Thank you, Sister.” You smiled graciously.

“What are you planning to do today?”

“I was going to watch the ghouls and Papa practice. But if there’s something you need my help with, I’ll gladly lend a hand.”

Sister Imperator’s gaze roved over you. It always felt like she was somehow seeing through you and into your mind.

“No, that’s fine.” She looked back down at the papers again, shuffling them, before glancing back up. “The ghouls seem to be very fond of you.”

You blinked, unsure what to say. “Yeah, they seem to like me.”

Sister’s piercing eyes moved over your face, as if analysing your thoughts and feelings just by taking in your features. A chill ran up your spine before she ended the brief silence.

“Don’t ever forget that they aren’t like us. They aren’t human, no matter how convincing they may seem.” Her words were etched with warning. “I’d hate for you to get hurt. You’d be so very hard to replace.”

You nodded respectfully, her words and their possible meanings running through your mind.

“You may go.” She waved a hand, and you hurried out of the room, holding your laptop tightly under your arm. Was she trying to warn you?

Or was that a threat?

******

They were in the middle of a song by the time you made it down to the rehearsal room. The muffled thumping of the beats and the sweet cries of guitars could be heard through the walls as you beelined for the door.

Pausing with your hand on the handle, you took a moment to collect yourself. You were already aware that Dew was going to be out for your attention, just as he had yesterday. Perhaps even more so.

But he wouldn’t be the only one. All the ghouls became “absolute attention whores”—as you had heard the siblings of sin describe it—when on stage. And today, there was only one person to focus their antics on.

Why did you agree to this again?

Before you could get too caught up in your thoughts—or think back to Sister Imperator’s cryptic words that had been stuck in your head the entire walk down—you twisted the handle and opened the door.

The music washed over you in a loud wave, the blaring sounds of guitars, drums, keyboards and the vocals belonging to Papa and his ghouls filling your ears. Music was always so much more magical when it was performed live, and you were already tapping your fingers against your thigh in time with the beat.

You closed the door behind you, eyes darting immediately to the stage. Dew was staring straight at you already, deftly playing his signature white guitar. He tilted the guitar to the side, flashing the ‘You Suck’ sticker on the back in way of greeting.

How wonderful.

Flipping him off in return, you tore your eyes off his figure (holy shit that cape!) to slide over the other ghouls as you made your way to the front. Cirrus waved from her spot, flaring the blue of her cape. You shot her a thumbs up, clapping as she did a little twirl. Aurora waved as she and Cumulus sang the backup vocals into the same mic. Swiss flashed his (slightly creepy) smile, giving a delicate wave that quickly turned into him motioning ‘come here’ with his two fingers as he swayed his hips to the music.

Phantom stole your gaze then, stepping in and swinging his guitar under a leg while still playing. Behind him, Rain gave you a friendly nod, which you returned with a smile.

All of them looked amazing, the satin blue adding a splash of colour that contrasted wonderfully with their black uniforms. It gave them all a regal air, and you could see that they seemed pretty thrilled about the accessory.

You stopped halfway down the rows of benches, leaning against one as you waited for the song to finish, unsure where to sit. It was slightly daunting having them all focus on you like this.

“Cry all you want, but there’s not a single fucking thing you can do about those goddamn Rats.” Papa Copia hissed out, his bright blue jacket practically glowing under the lights.

You were nodding along until the song finished, the final echoes of the guitars fading.

“Hello lovely Sibling,” Copia greeted, speaking into the mic. You smiled back, waving shyly. “Come closer, we don’t bite—well they do but I’m sure you’re used to that.” He laughed at his little joke, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

Copia was always a friendly face, with his cheeky jokes and eccentric quirks. He was very different to all the other papas, but you liked him. He’d made you feel comfortable when you had first arrived here, and that was something that you were always reminded of when you saw him. He still checked in every now and then, ensuring that his ghouls were treating you right and that Sister wasn’t working you too hard.

“It sounded really good,” you called up at them as you made your way to the front. You forced your eyes to stay on Copia, even though you wanted to look at the ghoul to the right of him. You’d have plenty of time to admire Dewdrop later, you reminded yourself, although you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to give him that satisfaction.

“Ah, thank you my dear. It will be nice to have someone in here to perform for. We all have a few new tricks to test out.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, getting a laugh out of you as you sat down in the front row, slightly to the right.

Papa grouped the ghouls together, probably discussing the order of songs or those ‘new tricks’ he had mentioned. After a moment they all returned to their positions as Copia vanished somewhere up the back, most likely to make a grand entrance for the next song.

Your gaze flicked to Dew as he stepped over to the very edge of the stage, looking down at you in a way that had shivers racing down your spine.

That was a view you could get used to.

Your eyes began tracing his figure, stopping to admire certain points—the way he held the guitar casually, how his hand wrapped loosely around the neck, his fucking gorgeous boots that you had always been so jealous of, and the way his jacket clung to his form. Then there was the cape. That fucking cape. The buckle clasped across one side of his chest like an insignia, the blue spilling out over his should—

You stiffened, snapping to realisation of where your thoughts, and your eyes, had travelled to. Fuck.

Looking back up sheepishly, you could feel the ghoul’s cocky smirk, knowing he would have been watching you the whole time. Darting your eyes back to the front of the stage, you cleared your throat, kicking one leg over the other and leaning back in the seat, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Aw, don’t get all shy on me, my dearest.” The smug edge in his voice was unmissable. “There’s no need to be embarrassed for liking what you see.” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the subtle heat that had settled in your cheeks. Or at least, you hoped it was subtle.

“Relax Dew,” you lightly called up to him. “I was just having a look at the new cape. Cirrus has been telling me all about it.” And it certainly looked fucking amazing on him, but you weren’t going to say that. “Believe it or not, not everyone wants to fuck you.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you knew that you had just set yourself up.

The ghoul cackled, leaning over the stage to look down at you. “Wrong, sweetheart. And the way you can’t keep your eyes off me tells me that you definitely do as well. All you have to do is ask, lovely sin, and I’ll show you just how much you’re missing.”

You stared back up at the ghoul, mouth falling open. You heard him huff a laugh at your reaction, sending heat rushing to your cheeks. Before you could protest—or keel over and die from what he had just said—Mountain’s drums echoed out and just like that, the music started.

You instantly ripped your eyes away from the cocky ghoul, pinpointing Cirrus who was jumping around at her keyboard. She waved and you managed a small wave back. But even without your eyes on him, all you could think about now was that fucking fire ghoul and what he had just said.

Unholy shit, did that mean he knew how you felt about him!? Had your reaction just given it away? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Maybe he was just messing with you. That was all, right? He didn’t actually want to fuck you—did he? What if he did?

More importantly, was he aware that his words had literally just short-circuited your brain? Deep fried it? Baked and roasted and toasted? The rehearsal had barely even started and he’d already got to you.

You snapped out of your spiralling thoughts as Copia reached the microphone just in front of you, his voice pouring out the lyrics to Call Me Little Sunshine. You could hear your frantic heart thumping against the beat of the drums, as you tried to focus on what Copia was singing, and not those other thoughts that were fighting to overrun your mind. You had to pull it together.

Then that ghoul waltzed smoothly into your eyeline, his fingers skirting along the frets of the guitar. Unbidden, a picture rose to mind of him running those fingers along your body, as his mouth—

Nope, you were not going to think about that right now.

You shifted in your seat, catching the smug tilt of Dew’s head, as if he was aware of the turn your thoughts had taken. You exhaled, recovering your composure, and returned your gaze to Copia.

“You will never walk alone,” Papa sung, his beautiful ghostly voice and intense eye contact giving you chills as you watched with awe. “You can always reach me. You will never ever walk alone.”

“Call me!” Swiss, Cumulus and Aurora’s voices rung out, hauntingly beautiful in their harmony. Swiss smiled at you again, flashing those brilliant white teeth, and you smiled back.

The performance really was amazing, especially being this close to the stage. You’d gotten the job a few months ago, in the middle of their break, so you hadn’t really had the opportunity to see them perform, except for the occasional event at the clergy. But that usually ended with you in the back of the crowd, so watching them today was a whole different experience.

Dew crossed your vision again, this time pointing at you as it reached the chorus again, then making a ‘call me’ motion. Rolling your eyes with a smile, you watched as Rain cut in front of him, languidly reaching his ringed hand out towards you. You reached out as well, your hands too far apart to touch.

Then Phantom pushed in front, leaning backwards over the stage, his upside-down goggled eyes staring at you. Rain and Dew both grabbed the Quintessence ghoul before he fell, pulling him back on the stage as the song ended. You giggled as Rain steadied Phantom, while Dew just gave him a smack on the helmet.

Once they’d sorted that out, Dewdrop stepped up to the front and launched straight into Square Hammer. The three guitarist ghouls were in front of you as they began on the opening, Dew leaning back with Rain. Phantom joined them for the next part, all of them stomping in unison.

You really wanted those boots. Maybe you could steal a pair off Cirrus.

As Papa’s voice began, Dew threw a pick at you. Somehow, you miraculously managed to catch it before it hit your face, raising an eyebrow at the ghoul as he swaggered back to his side of the stage. You slipped it into your pocket, hiding the smile it brought to your face.

It went on like this for a while as they went through every song on their set list. You were bobbing your head and tapping your fingers with the beat, singing along with them. When Cirrus came over for her solo in Mummy Dust, you loudly cheered her on, both of you blowing kisses at each other.

On the other hand, Dewdrop was certainly out to get you. Aside from his usual movements and charm, he was definitely putting on a show for you: hovering on the edge of the stage right above you, running his hands along his body slowly in a way that had your heart racing, licking his fingers and even the guitar, plus a whole lot of other innuendo gestures and actions he seemed to fit into each song.

You were certain the little gremlin was making sure that you were looking in his direction whenever he did any of those actions. It was driving you crazy—and although you tried your hardest to pretend otherwise, you were sure that some of your reactions were noticeable. Worse, you almost couldn’t take your eyes off him, and your thoughts kept spiralling as much as you tried to shut them down.

But by Satan, you were loving it.

Toward the end of the rehearsal, during a short break, Cirrus hopped down the stage and came over to you.

“How are you going?” She asked with the hint of a smile in her voice. You were sure your face said it all—you were practically buzzing with energy.

“Fucking fantastic,” you answered back, nodding at her cape. “You were right about looking absolutely stunning.”

“Aw, thanks gorgeous.” She did a small twirl with it, then grabbed your hands and pulled you up to stand. Staggering at the unexpected movement, she used her grip to steady you.

“What are you doing?” You asked as she began leading you through the seats to the left. There was a little corridor there, which you assumed led up to the—oh no.

“Bringing you up to play with me,” she answered with a wicked grin as your mind landed on the same conclusion.

“Uh Cirrus, I don’t think—“

“You’ll be fine.” The corridor was small and closed off from the rest of the rehearsal room. She led you through it, her hand still firmly on yours. “So, how’s the show?”

“Really good. You’re all so amazing. And the capes are just breathtaking.”

“What about Dew?” She asked, giving you a teasing side look. “Better than those videos I keep sending you?”

“Is that even a question you need to ask? Of course it’s better.” Cirrus laughed at that, a giggle escaping you as well while your cheeks heated.

“Mmm, I thought so from the way you’ve been staring at him.”

“Shut up,” you whispered back at her. “I just can’t help it, and I think that maybe he’s noticed.” You weren’t going to repeat the words he had said to you at the beginning—you would tell her that later, when you weren’t in the same vicinity as the fire ghoul.

“You don’t say?” She gasped, sarcasm heavy in her voice as a smirk tugged at her lips.

Fuck, if that was Cirrus’ reaction then you had definitely not been subtle.

Just then, the corridor opened up into a cozy backstage area, with velvet carpeting and a set of red couches to the side. There were a couple mirrors fitted with benches—ready for last minute and mid-show adjustments, you assumed. A large rack of clothing was beside one of the couches, hung with what looked like Papa’s various outfits.

Copia was there, getting changed into his signature red jacket. He looked up as you walked in.

“Ah, are you going to join us for the next song, lovely sibling?” His eyes lit up as he asked.

“I don’t think I really have much of a choice,” you answered, as Cirrus tugged you to the front of the room. Before Copia could reply, you were out onto the stage. She brought you up to her platform and only let you go once you’d reached the keyboard, as if she suspected you might try to run away.

You looked over the stage, taking in the view of the empty room. It was admittedly a little daunting, being up on stage like this, even without a crowd present.

Yeah, maybe running away was a good idea.

“Finally come up to play with us?” Swiss called from his own platform, a hand caressing his mic stand once again. You were sure that ghoul had been a stripper in hell—if the mic stand was swapped out for a pole, you didn’t think there would be much difference.

“Yes,” you replied, nodding your head as Cirrus draped her arm around your shoulders. “I am totally not a hostage right now.”

Swiss snorted. You thought you heard another laugh, spotting Phantom as he joined the three of you.

“I see Cirrus has brought us an unwilling victim,” Phantom joked, sliding his pick along the string. You heard the sound of another guitar join the echoes of Phantom’s as Dew began playing his own solo. Even from the distance, you could see his fingers moving insanely fast.

“Show off,” Cirrus commented, squeezing your shoulder pointedly. You didn’t miss the way Swiss looked between you and the ghoul currently shredding his guitar, a smile slowly growing on his face. He opened his mouth to say something just as Papa walked out.

“Are we all ready?” Copia’s voice was barely audible over the sound of Dew’s guitar. He propped his hands on his hips, glaring at the oblivious ghoul until Rain grabbed his shoulder, stopping the fire ghoul and gesturing over at Papa.

“I said,” Copia began, this time speaking into the mic, “are we ready? Three, two, one!”

They jumped right in to the next song. It only took a few seconds before you placed it—Kiss the Go Goat.

Cirrus’ energy was contagious, and it wasn’t long before you were jumping around with her. The two of you danced around the platform, Cirrus letting you play the very few notes that you remembered from when she had taught you, while she easily covered the rest that you didn’t.

As she moved her fingers smoothly across the keys, her other hand pulled you to the mic as the pre-chorus came close. You shook your head at her, but she just smiled and drew you closer.

When it arrived, the two of you sang into the mic together, Cirrus smiling widely. You grinned back, pushing away your doubts as you shyly sung the next backing vocals along with her.

You almost didn’t notice Dew stopping by Swiss’ platform, the multi ghoul crouching down with him. Your eyes were immediately set on the two ghouls. What were they up to?

Dew stepped away, catching your stare. He started sauntering your way, stopping just in front of the platform. Tilting his head, he exhaled, smoke slowly seeping out of his helmet.

Oh. Unholy fuck.

The fire ghoul walked back a few steps, still watching you, then turned back around, returning to his spot on stage.

While you were still processing that—and how fucking attractive it was—Cirrus gave you a sharp jab in the ribs and you jolted back to reality.

“He definitely knows,” she said in your ear gleefully. “He did that just for you.”

You swatted her hand away, scowling at her. She grinned teasingly, leaning back into the mic with you as the next pre-chorus arrived.

“Please youuu,” you both sung, blending your vocals with those of Swiss, Aurora and Cumulus.

As soon as the chorus ended, Cirrus launched into her keyboard solo. Standing back to give her space, something brushed against your arm and you twisted around to see Swiss. He held out his hand, waiting for you to take it. You rolled your eyes, placing your hand in his and letting him steal you away to his platform while Cirrus was distracted.

“Having fun?” He asked, handing you his tambourine as he swayed along to the music.

“Of course.” You tapped the instrument along as the keyboard transitioned to guitar. “You guys have the best job in the clergy.”

“Actually, I think you have the best job.” Swiss leaned in closer. “You get to admire us all day.”

You smacked his arm playfully with the tambourine, the ghoul’s teeth gleaming in a teasing way as Dew’s solo came to an end. You kept in rhythm as best you could with the Tamborine, as Swiss handled the back up vocals.

Your eyes caught the shine of a white guitar as Dew threw a pick at Swiss. It bounced off his goggles, the multi ghoul making a rather suggestive gesture to Dewdrop in return, thrusting his hips against the microphone stand.

Dewdrop’s attention switched back to you, and he pointed at his chest.

“He’s the guy you wanna do,” Papa sang. Dew moved his hand, holding up two fingers. “And you know that it takes two. Luckily, he wants to do you too.”

You watched as Dew tilted his hand and curled his two fingers smoothly toward you, in a motion that couldn’t be mistaken in any other way.

Then the charming ghoul blew a kiss, before strumming out the ending of the song, twisting with just enough force to have his cape flare behind him in a dramatic image that you would mentally save in your mind.

And then he was walking away once again, Phantom tilting his head curiously as he watched the other guitarist leave.

Swiss tapped you on the shoulder, and you ripped your eyes away from the fire ghoul, mentally trying to smooth your expression.

“What?”

“He’s definitely got it out for you today,” Swiss smirked. “I don’t think I’ve seen him this feral before, especially at rehearsal.”

“No he doesn’t,” you replied back, offering the Tamborine to the multi ghoul. He took it, shaking it at you.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He flashed another smile as Dance Macabre began. “But that ghoul definitely wants to bewitch you all night.”

You let out an exasperated sigh in response, rolling your eyes at the multi ghoul as he snickered at his own joke.

The next two songs went by rather quickly. You returned to Cirrus’ platform, where Aurora and Cumulus visited to sing and dance along with you. Surprisingly, there were no visits from Dewdrop this time—which was good, because you weren’t entirely sure how many more you could take. He was all over your mind, and you were finding yourself subconsciously looking in his direction every few seconds, which didn’t go unnoticed by Cirrus.

As the last song finally ended, Copia turned around, doing a little ‘ta-da’ motion with his hands as the last of the guitars faded out.

“So, how did we do, lovely sibling?”

“You were all perfect,” you called out, giving him a thumbs up.

Papa clapped his hands. “Excellent. You were pretty perfect yourself, no? Thank you for joining us today, it’s always better to perform to an audience instead of an empty room. Now, I do believe I am wanted by Sister, but the rest of you can continue without me. I want you to do one more run through.” He began to walk to the backstage then paused, putting a finger up.

“No shenanigans.” The warning seemed to be mainly directed at Swiss and Dew. He gave them each a pointed look, then made his way off the stage.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You quickly checked it, spotting a few emails from the venue that you’d sent the pyrotechnic forms to last night. Instead of clearing it, it seemed like they had a few more concerns that you would have to address. Yay.

“Are you staying here with us?” Aurora asked, tapping her hands together.

“I would love to, but it seems like this venue has some more forms to fill out,” you sighed. “Thanks for letting me join though, it was a lot of fun. I love your capes!” Aurora and Cumulus both did a twirl, the smaller ghoul giggling as they gave you a hug before returning to their platforms.

Cirrus simply gave you a knowing grin that told you she would be teasing you all about Dew later. You sighed.

“I’ll see you later.”

“You definitely will,” she sang back.

You had a quick (and super subtle) look for the fire ghoul as you headed to the back of the stage. You couldn’t see him, and it wasn’t until you reached the doorway of the backstage room that something grabbed you by the waist, spinning you around so your back was pressed against their chest.

“Looking for me, dearest sibling?” He purred in your ear, the warmth from his body seeping into your skin.

Heart racing, you didn’t move as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

“Oh, hi Dew. I didn’t see you there.” He hummed in response, thumbs brushing over your hips and your breath hitched.

“I told you that you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off me.” His smug voice was right next to your ear.

“I-no-That’s not true,” you countered, even as you knew it certainly was. You had no doubt he knew too.

“You’re so fucking cute when you’re flustered,” Dew murmured gleefully, running his hands along your sides as he released you with a teasing laugh.

You stood there for a moment, completely flabbergasted, as he strode back out onto the stage like he hadn’t just got your heart racing so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if you went into cardiac arrest. Reaching out a hand, you leaned heavily against the wall not trusting your legs.

Unholy shit.

Unholy Shit.

You had a lot to process. Seeing them perform up close—having him perform up close, was something you definitely needed to see again. None of those videos compared to actually being there. But at the same time, you almost felt like your heart was going to give out. He knew exactly what to do to get you flushed and heated.

And what he had just done? You could still feel the warmth of his body, his breath on your neck and hear the echoes of his laugh. It seemed that maybe, just maybe, Cirrus was right about him being interested in you.

Satan, what were you going to do now?

[dracopias-bloodbag]

Bewitched By Bloodlust | Dracopia x F! Reader | III

Chapter III: Tarocchi

You spend more time in the presence of the enigmatic Papa and he continues trying to whittle away at your stubborn demeanor. But one wrong move sets him off, and the next thing you know he's demanding to see exactly what you can do in terms of your craft. He wants you to prove yourself, and you'll do that with the weathered deck of tarot cards he had found in your bag the night you met.

chapter content: 2.3k words. 18+ only, enemies to lovers, slow(ish) burn, eventual smut, slight dubcon, blood, blood drinking (duh), kidnapping, imprisonment, choking, copia is a sadistic asshole in these first few chapters, the reader Is a defiant little shit, forced tarot readings?? is that a thing?, spitting, canon divergent (see masterlist for details),

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The next few days are uneventful. You spend the days staring at the wall, the ceiling, even the hole in the corner that an occasional rat sticks its little nose out of to stare at you. Most people would be disgusted, but you cock your head as the little creature looks at you. You toss it a scrap of your dinner, almost feeling a sense of comradery with the vermin.

You’re an outcast like me, but at least you’re free. You think to yourself as you watch the little animal pick up the piece of food and scurry off with it.

At one point you manage to pull your cot up to the window so you can stand on it and look out. There’s nothing much outside aside from the trees in the forest you had come from. For a brief moment you wonder if your pleas for help would reach your coven miles away if you screamed loud enough.

By the time he returns you’re excited at having at least some change of scenery.

Goddess help me.

His hair is disheveled, and he looks tired, but not as bad as the last time you saw him. 

Copia notes how your demeanor is vastly different than before, the way you don’t move from the cot, instead remaining sat criss crossed on it as your fingers weave a tiny braid into your hair.

He had spent all day waiting for this, being in and out of meetings, working out the ministry budget, it was never ending. And then he had a meeting that he had been dreading; the one where he had to lie to Sister Imperator and that insufferable ghost of Nihil about your fate. 

To them, you were a threat he had been warned about, but one that could be easily and quickly exterminated. Copia had spoken evenly, and surprisingly clearly when he stated that you had met your demise; proudly displaying your silver dagger along with your necklace wrapped around it for proof of his supposed kill. He hadn’t missed how two of his ghouls, Dewdrop and Swiss, had exchanged glances. But he knew they wouldn’t tell, they were loyal to him first and foremost.

“And she did this to you?” Imperator’s eyes had landed on Swiss, noticing the cut on his cheek. 

Swiss had glanced at Copia before speaking. “Yes Sister, but I succeeded in driving her towards Papa, and he handled it from there.”

She hummed, seeming to ponder this for a moment, her eyes fixed on the ghoul, until she seemed convinced that he was telling the truth. 

“So she was a fighter, I’m both surprised and glad it’s over and done with.”

When Sister Imperator was satisfied with the outcome she had quickly moved on to discussing some other trivial topic that Copia had absolutely no interest in listening to.

Instead his mind had wandered to you. His little secret, locked away in the confines of the forgotten dungeon. Only his most trusted ghouls keeping watch over you.

Copia knew The Ministry would eventually find out that you were alive, but it was a problem he would worry about later. For now, you were his secret, his meal. He had tried in vain to focus on Sister’s words, but he found himself instead thinking of your scent, the softness of your skin, the way your hair tickled his nose when he fed from you…

Now that he was standing in front of you, strangely enough he feels all the stress of his day wash away.

But that feeling is gone as soon as you open your mouth to speak.

“Haven’t you taken enough from me?” Your eyes burn with hatred as you narrow your eyes at him. “One of these times, you’re going to take too much, too close together, and then your favorite meal will be gone forever. Then at least  I’ll finally know some peace instead of having to live in this goddess forsaken hole.”

Copia practically growls as he stalks towards you. He grabs you by the neck and you yelp as he lifts you up effortlessly, before pulling you tightly against his body.

“Why don’t you shut up for just once?”

Your mouth is agape at both his motions and his words. And you shudder as you feel his breath against your ear.

“What else am I supposed to do?” You grit out between clenched teeth. “How else am I supposed to survive this?”

He chuckles, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“You could try sweet talking your way out.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing through the dungeon and reverberating back at you as it bounces off the stone walls. He just stands there watching you for a second. Those eyes of his flickering over your face as if he’s trying to decipher something, as if he can find a weak point just by gauging your reactions.

“You thought you were so smart sneaking onto The Ministry grounds, eh? You thought it would be simple – get in, make your kill, and get out. But it wasn’t, was it?”

He releases you then, taking a step back as you crumple to the floor before glaring up at him.

“You thought it would be an easy task, no? Your precious pendulums and tarocchi told you that you would be safe, that you would carry out your duty to your coven like a good little witch.”

He pulls something out of his coat pocket then, and tosses a leather bundle at you. Instantly you recognize your weathered deck of tarot cards wrapped neatly in the cover you had made for them. The cards scatter as they hit the floor, and you sit and stare at them in disbelief for a moment, before scrambling to try and pick them up.

He chuckles darkly watching you as you collect the cards and stack them in your hands as neatly as you can in your panic.

“Did you really think we wouldn’t see you coming? Do you really think the other night in the forest was my first time seeing you?”

He reaches down and grabs your face in his hand, and you whimper as his fingers dig into the soft skin of your cheeks.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time, strega. You just never saw me, hiding in the shadows, observing you as you walked amongst your coven. It’s charming really, how sweet you always were to them, how you were willing to do any and every bit of the dirty work they demanded of you.”

“You don’t know anything about them.” You snarl.

Copia smirks down at you, noting the flash of panicked doubt in your eyes as you say those words.

“Don’t I? I watched the way they walked all over you. They forced you to do the spells they were too afraid of doing themselves, like the cowards they are.”

He leans down so that his face is inches from your own.

“It made you feel empty, no? Lonely even. But it made you the strongest witch among them.” His gaze flits between your wide eyes, and for a millisecond you think that you see them glance down to your parted lips, but in the blink of an eye his gaze is locked on yours once more.

“I watched them break your heart over and over again, and I could feel the way all of your fears melted away when they gave you the sacred task of killing me.”

Your jaw is clenched as you glare daggers into his mismatched eyes.

“You thought that if you succeeded they’d finally accept you as one of their own, no?”

Don’t do it.

“You thought they might actually consider you as part of their inner circle.”

You grit your teeth.

Don’t do it.

“Maybe, just maybe… you thought they might promote you to serve as a High Priestess alongside them, eh?” He laughs at that, the sound making you grit your teeth as it bounces off the stone walls once more.

Don’t–

Your lips quirk up into a smirk then, and you push away the voice in your head before…

The motion is quick, if he blinked he would have missed it, but the wet feeling of your saliva on his face is unmistakable.

You fucking spit on him.

About three different emotions cross his face at once as he draws back and wipes at his cheek with his gloved hand. He looks dumbstruck at first, before realization sets in and his eyes meet yours. There’s amusement, shock, and finally… rage.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.”

Copia moves swiftly, moving around your body until he’s kneeling behind you. He secures you with a hand on your neck. He drops to his knees behind you, dragging you towards him, his strong arms yanking your body back against him. He holds you tight to him, so that you’re nestled between his thighs, and you can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks as you realize his crotch is pressed up against your ass.

His eyes flit down to the cards in your hands, as he sweeps your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him. He leans in close to your ear, his voice so low and gravelly that it makes you shudder.

“Why don’t you show me what you can do, eh?” He grabs your hand that’s still gripping the tarot deck for dear life. “Why don’t you find out your fate now that you’re here with me?”

You shudder as his lips brush against the crook of your neck.

“Are you fucking kidding?” Your voice is small, barely above a whisper, and it makes him smirk against your skin.

“No, I’m not fucking kidding, strega.” He growls. “Do. A. Reading.”

Your hands are trembling as you move to begin the process. Your knuckles tap on the back of the deck in three short knocks before you begin shuffling the cards. You fight to stay focused, trying to make sure your hand doesn’t slip and cause the cards to scatter everywhere.

His razor-sharp fangs graze against your skin, the action making you shiver and your mind go blank. In that moment the countless tarot spreads you had learned in your short lifetime seem to evade you and all you can focus on is the feeling of his breath on your neck.

He nips at your pulse point, pulling a tiny gasp from you. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Fuck, okay. Past, present, future, keep it simple.

As you finish shuffling the cards you split the deck into three equal stacks, and you feel your heart pounding as you look at them all, trying to go with your gut and choose one.

It's at that moment that he sinks his teeth into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. You cry out, your hand flying forward to grip onto something, anything as that familiar searing pain floods your senses. Your hand closes around one of the stacks you had made, and you wince as the edges of the cards dig into your palm.

He’s growling against your skin as he drinks, and you want to hit him over the head for the effect his noises have on you. You bite your lip, shutting your eyes, as you instinctively let your head fall to the side.

But he grabs your face with his other hand, making you gasp as he pulls away from your neck for a second.

“I didn’t say you could stop. Focus, strega.”

Is he fucking serious?

But the way his fingers dig into your waist tells you that he is. You stack the cards up again, placing the stack you had grabbed on top, before taking a deep breath as you draw the first card.

Past… Eight of Swords.

Restriction, feeling trapped, like you don’t fit in and can’t express yourself freely.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped as the realization struck that this was exactly how you had felt in your coven. 

Maybe he was right…

You push the feeling and that thought away as you shakily reach for the next card in the stack.

Present… The Tower.

Oh fuck… Of course. Sudden changes beyond your control, upheaval, areas of your life that are being torn down that no longer serve you.

Copia is still drinking from you, and for a moment your attention is torn from the cards to him. His scent seems to wrap itself around you, and you have to bite your lip to stifle a noise as you feel your head begin to spin. He seems to sense your unease and the effects his actions have on your body. He pulls away once again to whisper in your ear.

“One more, piccolina… I know you can finish.”

A hot streak of blood slips from the wound on your neck and slides down your chest. Your shaky hand swipes at it before you hold it up, gasping softly at the sight of your trembling fingers covered in your own blood. You shut your eyes before reaching out with that same hand to draw the last card.

Future… 

The Lovers

What the fuck?

It was one of the most self explanatory cards in the deck, it was the one you spent your girlhood hoping and praying to any deity who would listen for, yet it never seemed to find its way into your readings. 

Until now.

The world spins around you as your vision starts to go out, dark spots threatening to consume it as you begin to lose consciousness. Your ears are ringing so loudly that you can barely hear the way Copia’s breath hitches as his eyes land on the card in your hand. For a moment you mentally curse your beloved tarot cards, wondering why the hell they’re telling you that romantic love is near…

…Or already in front of you.

The last thing you see before darkness consumes you is his gloved fingers plucking the bloodstained card out of your own.

Sorry for yet another delay, I suffered a loss of a childhood pet a couple weeks ago and was also dealing with some intense work stress. But I'm doing better and getting back to working on this has really helped get me out of my funk! ❤︎‬

Thank you as always for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing this one!

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Translations: tarocchi - tarot strega/streghetta – witch piccolina – little one

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

"In the night, I am real..." // [Part III]

Pairing | Alpha x reader

Word count | 1.4k

Warnings | Ghouls sent back to the Pit, ritual gone wrong, rite here rite now spoilers, canon divergence, f!reader - no y/n

Chapter Summary: You decide to see if the "silly book" you found is more than it seems. Heartbroken, you follow the ancient book's instructions to perform a ritual, hoping to bring Alpha back on your own. However things don't quite go according to plan.

[Prev]

The hellish scene you created last week went unacknowledged by Copia. When interrogated by Sister Imperator, he simply said, “One of the ghouls must’ve eaten some bad sushi or something, I don’t know.” It was your little secret, and life continued on as normal.

You were slowly becoming more yourself in the 2 weeks following the incident. Copia invited you to join band practice and give his (properly summoned) Ghouls some pointers. You found out that they weren’t so bad after all. A little wild, but they were perfectly his.

You made a point to talk with Dewdrop after learning about his element change. That must have been so painful, you felt guilty for not being there for him during the transition. To start making amends, you gave him some tips about how Alpha used to deal with flare-ups and dysregulation. You didn't know whether it would help, but it was your way of reaching out, and trying being of service to the band again.

It was getting close to midnight and practice had just finished for the day. Swiss and Phantom, the ghouls that had taken to you the most, offered for you to join them for a movie night in the den. You politely declined as you already had important plans for tonight.

You smiled and wished the last of the Siblings heading inside a good night, as you walked out to the familiar bench in the garden. It was the first time you allowed yourself to sit out here under the moonlight since your Ghoul disappeared 6 years ago.

You removed the black guitar from within its case and sat it on your lap.

“Please don’t laugh, I haven’t done this in a while.” You said to no one in particular.

You began to play an acoustic version of If You Have Ghosts. It was one of your favourites. When Terzo used to help you through anxiety attacks, he would sing it. You didn’t know why he spent so much time helping you, but it was like he was speaking to you through every word of it. Telling you that as long as you had Ghost, they are all you would ever need. You fell in love with it after that. However, after the events of last week, you were beginning to realize what that truly meant.

You plucked along, the crescent moon shining bright above you as you sang. 

“The moon,” you chuckled as you looked. “Up above… is a part of my thoughts, and a part of me is me. Forever is the wind…”

“In the night, I am real.”

You immediately stopped playing and froze.

No one else should be out here at this hour, definitely not a Ghoul. As far as you knew, they were all watching the movie. If you just stayed quiet, maybe they would go away. But the voice continued softly, this time directly behind you.

“In the night, I am real.” 

It couldn’t possibly… 

“I don’t remember teaching you that one?”

If a person could turn their head around any faster, they would probably break it at the speed you turned to look behind you. Your face expressing a confusing mixture of surprise, disbelief, and a flicker of hope.

“I knew I’d find you out here.” The voice said with a fanged smile.

You shot up and immediately engulfed the large Ghoul, sharing a close embrace that was much overdue. Not caring if your tears were beginning to soak through his shirt.

“I missed you so much.” You choked out between sobs, pulling back and sniffling as you looked up at your mate. “You are here, right? I’m not hallucinating?”

Alpha smiled softly as he held your face in his hands, pushing away the strands of hair glued down by your tears. You studied his face, fearing he was going to disappear again, gently running a hand over his cheek and smiling fondly at him.

“The embers in your eyes are still as bright.”

EPILOGUE

1 Year Later

Everyone was gathered in the communal hall, waiting for the newly promoted Frater Imperator to make some big speech. All was going well in the world of the Ministry. You couldn’t begin to imagine how to make the future any brighter than it was right now. 

Copia, or now known as Frater Imperator, appeared on stage to make his first official statement before the masses of his Ministry.

“Oh, hello. Thank you for coming,” he began. “I just wanted to let you all know of a recent change I made. I hope you like it. Apparently there was a policy we practiced that caused many of our brothers and sisters much sorrow.”

The conversations in the room fell to a hushed whisper as everyone eagerly awaited to hear what Copia had going on in that crazy mind of his.

“So!” He clapped his hands together. “I’m proud to announce, effective immediately, the practice of banishing ghouls will no longer be in effect. That means after their service is complete, ghouls will no longer be banished and replaced. They are the backbone of our congregation. They are our brothers and sisters,” he said, glancing at his ghouls huddled together beside the stage. 

“Our friends,” he nodded to Aether, who stood near the door. 

“And for some,” he glanced along the wall, finding Alpha holding you protectively in front of him. Both finally at peace. “They are family. The ghouls will always have a home here, for as long as they wish to stay.”

The cheers were relentless. Brothers and Sisters of the Ministry excitedly embracing their ghoulish friends and partners in various states of disbelief. The ghouls' burden of knowing one day they might suddenly disappear was abolished. No one will have to go through the pain of being forcibly separated, not anymore.

“But!” Copia chirped. “That is to say: if there are any ghouls that still wish to return, I will do the ritual myself. Alternatively, if there are any who need to be reunited, I will take a few cases into consideration. My first duty as head of this Ministry is to right some wrongs, and to do better than those that came before me,” he explained, looking out with a smile at his beaming audience. “So that’s what I plan to do.”

Until the night of the incident a year ago, Copia never really gave much thought to the spin-off effects of sending ghouls back to the pit. Actually, he thought they might be excited to go home once they were no longer needed.

Never did he consider that in the years they were on the surface, the ghouls would’ve made strong connections and relationships with those outside of the band. Relationships that would be painfully torn apart when they were gone. 

After you accidentally summoned a lesser demon trying to get Alpha back, Copia made sure the Book of Resurrection (which you learned was the correct title) was properly locked away in his chamber for everyone’s safety. It would only be pulled out for the next Papa to summon new ghouls, if he so chooses.

However, that was not before Copia made one last summoning.

Unlike Nihil and Sister Imperator, ghoul’s weren’t able to appear as apparitions to help him learn what had happened to you back then - since ghouls weren’t technically dead. So he went to the next best option: a ghoul who was there. 

Dewdrop.

Dew told Copia about how your presence used to annoy Alpha to no end. Until one day things changed and Alpha started to get extremely protective of you. Something about how you yelled at him once for picking on Omega. 

“She was shaking like a leaf, scared to death, but looked him dead in the eyes and defended Omega anyway. After that, everything kind of changed.” 

Copia learned you two were set to be officially mated 3 days before the ghouls disappeared. He also never considered the ghouls could have mates that weren’t, well… other ghouls.

He was determined to right some wrongs, and now he knew that started with you.

Copia managed to summon Alpha back from the pit the day before what would’ve been your anniversary. He wanted to give the older ghoul time to adjust to being back on the surface after so long. Meanwhile, Copia’s ghouls were right there with him, eager to help.

The next day, he informed you that there was no band practice since he wasn’t feeling his best. Which, in all fairness, he wasn’t. Summoning a ghoul like Alpha took a lot out of him.

Yet he still found the strength to watch your long awaited reunion from his window.

It was going to be the start of a new era. In more ways than one.

[dewsgremlin]

*Rain walking into a meeting with sister Imperator and some other important members of the clergy*

Rain: "Oh shit, I almost forgot my attitude!"

*leaving the room and coming back with Dewdrop*

[hanalyrata]

I know your soul is not tainted, even though you've been told so (Chapter 2/?) - Swiss/Dewdrop

Fandom: Ghost Pairing: Swiss x Dewdrop Rating: Gen? Kinda?

Chapters: 2/? Chapters: [1], [2] < You are here.

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Summary: Swiss has made his affections for Dewdrop too obvious. The ministry disapproves, and Sister Imperator has a solution.

[AO3 Link]

"I… I don't know you…" The world around Dewdrop seemed to tilt, the room spinning as the weight of Swiss' words, and the situation, came crashing down all at once. He doesn't know me. The person, the only one Dewdrop had ever wanted to protect, the one that he had fallen for, worried over, was looking at him as though he were a complete stranger. And worse, like he was a threat. Swiss looked up at Dew with a raw panic in his eyes that twisted in his chest. It wasn't just confusion. It was fear. Fear of him. “I… I won’t hurt you,” Dewdrop said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, though the words sounded hollow, as if saying them would undo the damage that had been done. Dewdrop’s breath caught in his throat as Swiss recoiled further into the bed, his body trembling as he tried to put distance between them. But Swiss didn’t seem to hear him—or, if he did, it only heightened his anxiety. He shrank back, the terror in his gaze intensifying as Dewdrop reached out to offer comfort. “No,” Swiss muttered under his breath, shaking his head, his movements jerky, almost frantic. “No, please… please don’t.” Dewdrop froze, his outstretched hand hovering in the air between them. He couldn't stand seeing Swiss like this and wanted nothing more than to pull the multi-ghoul into his arms, to tell him that everything was okay, that he was safe. But seeing Swiss like this, so terrified, paralyzed him. It was as though his presence alone was making everything worse. "I'm sorry," Dewdrop whispered, his voice cracking, a shake that matched the tremble of his hand as it dropped to his side, "Swiss, I'm sorry. Please…"

The door to the room creaked open with a whine before Dewdrop could finish, and Phantom shuffled inside the room. His eyes flickered between Dewdrop and Swiss, his usual air of mischief and curiosity replaced by confusion as he took in the scene before him. “What the… what's going on?” Phantom asked, his voice laced with concern, quickly noticing the tension in the air. Swiss’s head snapped toward the door, and for the first time since he had woken up, a flash of recognition crossed his face. His eyes fixed on the quintessence ghoul, his expression softening just a fraction. Without warning, Swiss scrambled off the bed, his movements awkward and weak, but driven by pure desperation. Phantom caught Swiss as he lost his footing, the multi-ghoul tumbling into his arms, “Please,” Swiss whimpered, looking up at Phantom with wide, pleading eyes. “Help me… Don’t let him hurt me.”

Phantom’s face went pale as he knelt down, instinctively pulling Swiss into his arms. His gaze flickered to Dewdrop, a mixture of confusion and alarm crossing his features, the unspoken question clear in his eyes. What happened? Dewdrop, still frozen in place, could only shake his head, unable to find the words. His throat felt tight, as if he were choking on the weight of everything he couldn’t explain.

Swiss buried his face in Phantom’s chest, his body shaking uncontrollably as he clung to him. Phantom’s arms wrapped around him protectively, his expression darkening as he realized just how fragile Swiss was. The usually composed and confident ghoul had been reduced to a shell of himself, his entire demeanour shattered.

Dewdrop watched, helpless, as Swiss found comfort in Phantom’s embrace, the fear that had been directed at him still painfully fresh. Phantom’s eyes narrowed as he held Swiss, his voice low and firm, “What the fuck happened, Dew?” Dewdrop opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. How could he explain what had happened without falling apart himself? The image of Swiss, terrified and crawling away from him, kept flashing in his mind, like a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. "I… I think, it was her," Dewdrop swallowed roughly, trying to piece together what he could, "I've noticed her, Sister, watching us, I should have known it would come to this, I just-" Phantom’s jaw clenched as he looked down at Swiss, “This is her doing?” The fire ghoul nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears, "It couldn't be anyone else. Copia doesn't care who we are, he encourages it…" His voice faltered, the words catching in his throat, "She had to make sure, right? That we stayed on course, spread the message and now," he inhaled shakily, looking back at Swiss, "He doesn't know who I am." Swiss shifted in Phantom’s arms, his breathing still shaky, but his body starting to relax slightly under the quint’s gentle touch. Phantom leaned his head down, speaking in a low, soothing tone to Swiss, trying to keep him grounded. “It’s okay, Swiss,” Phantom murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve got you. You’re safe here.” He turned his gaze back to Dewdrop, "There has to be something we can do," Swiss shuddered against him, drawing Phantom's attention back down, “But… him,” he said, his voice barely audible, glancing toward Dewdrop with a look of pure confusion. “Why… why is he here?” Dewdrop felt the ground slip from beneath him, the weight of Swiss' words making his stomach twist painfully. The way Swiss looked at him, as though he were a faceless stranger. It was unbearable. “He’s here because he cares about you,” Phantom said gently, glancing back at Dewdrop with sympathy in his eyes, “You just don’t remember him right now.” Swiss’s brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze flickering between Phantom and Dewdrop. “I don’t know him,” he whispered again, his voice filled with fear. “I don’t… I don’t want him here.” The words pierced through Dewdrop like a dagger, leaving him breathless. Swiss’s rejection felt like the final blow, the last piece of him breaking apart. He wanted to scream, cry, to tear the world apart for what Sister Imperator had done to them. But all he could do was stand there, feeling utterly defeated.

Phantom tightened his hold on Swiss, his eyes meeting Dewdrop’s with an unspoken apology. “I think… maybe you should go,” Phantom said softly, "For now, until we figure this out." Dewdrops’s chest tightened further, and for a moment, he thought he might argue, might fight to stay. But one look at Swiss—curled up in Phantom’s arms, terrified and broken—and he knew he couldn’t do that. Not now. Not like this. Taking a deep breath, Dewdrop nodded. He turned, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a vice, and walked out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and in the silence of the empty hallway, Dewdrop felt the crushing realization that he had lost the person he cared about most. And he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get him back. To be continued....

[xximperioxx]

Hello! Can I request a Sodo x reader fanfic where the readers got a really bad headache for the first time in a while and nothings really helping but it’s annoying bc the reader feels like they can’t do anything but Sodo knows what to do n helps them (I have the worst headache ever rn I can’t sit up properly, and my head feels like someone is trying to smash it in)

Anon I know exactly how you feel! I get migraines just about every week and it’s so draining. Thank you so so much for the request! I loved writing it! Please feel better!

Enjoy <3

Warm Compress

Sodo/Dewdrop x GN!Reader

Word Count: 700 (on the shorter side sorry)

Warnings: none :)

((the gif is totally how I imagined his reaction to what Swiss did lol))

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You were on the verge of tears. You haven’t had a headache this bad in a really long time and you are about to give up. Even Sister Imperator saw how miserable you felt and sent you to the nurse and then to your room to get some rest. The nurse couldn’t exactly help, she gave you ibuprofen and sent you on your way.

No matter where you went it was too loud or too bright and it made your head pound even more. Not even your dorm was safe as your roommates talked amongst themselves. You felt like you had tried everything from popping some more Advil to staying hydrated yet nothing was working.

The idea of resting in Sodo’s room suddenly came to you. It would be perfect. The ghouls were at practice and it was pitch black in the basement where they lived.

Trudging through the halls in a hoodie and sweatpants, you pray no one tries to talk to you. By the time you got to Sodo’s room, you collapsed on his bed with a wince. You throw his pillow over your head, hoping the pressure would relieve some pain. It didn't. You don't understand how nothing was helping. A frustrated scream was ready to escape your throat at this point.

Sodo was on his way back to his room arguing with Swiss. Swiss may or may not have touched Sodo’s guitar and got it out of tune. He was too angry he didn’t even even smell that you were in his room so when he busted his door open mumbling to himself, it came to a shock to see you. Of course he didn’t notice until he slammed it shut and the loud noise caused you to whimper.

The anger immediately left the ghoul’s body once he heard the noise that left you. His tail now swishing in worry. He gets closer to the bed, “Babe? What’s wrong with you?”

You peek your head from the pillow. At this point you didn’t realize you were crying but you felt tears on your cheeks. A frustrated sniffle leaves you.

The bed dips as Sodo crawls into it. The ghoul pauses and takes his helmet off, throwing it to his side of the bed. He gently takes the pillow of your face.

He frowns at the sight of your tired eyes and your tear stained cheeks, “Did someone hurt you?,” he growls, “I’ll kill them.”

You can’t help but laugh which turns into a groan once the pounding in your head returns.

“It’s just my head hurts…,” you can’t help but start to tear up again, “-so much and I haven’t had a headache this bad in a long time and no matter what I do it hurts so much.”

You apologize to him suddenly feeling embarrassed at your frustration and rambling. Sodo shushes and shakes his head before he lays down beside you. He takes your head into his chest before cradling your head. The fire ghoul begins to radiate heat within his arms to calm the pain in your head.

A sigh of relief leaves you. Between the pressure his arms were creating from cradling to the heat compressing your head, it felt so soothing. Thank satan for your ghoul. You nuzzle against him as he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you,” you mumble against his arm.

Sodo smirks, “Yeah, yeah.”

Comfortable silence fills the room. Your breathing begins to slow as your eyes close. Sodo runs his fingers through your hair, his claws gently scratching your scalp.

“I love you too.” You grin at his words.

The two of you fall asleep not too long after. Your headache is long gone now replaced with peaceful bliss.

Bonus:

Swiss sighs as he goes to apologize to Sodo for touching his guitar after Cumulus demanded him to only to become a smug mess when he opens the door to see the fire ghoul cuddling with you. Soft snores leaving him. The multi ghoul quietly snaps a picture, trying not to snicker. Lets just say that the picture was sent to the group chat and Sodo woke up to lots of messages.

[justrandomghoul]

Swiss x Dewdrop: I Would Never, Ever Hurt You

The post that started it all

Angst, hurt/comfort

I made some changes to the original idea, but the idea somewhat stayed the same.

Dewdrop is struggling with the changes of his new element and packmates.

Dewdrop hid at his sanctuary, the ministry's roof, where he could be alone and not be bothered by anyone. He had been going there almost every night ever since his elemental transition. Mountain and Aether had been treating him as if he were a ghost that they couldn't see haunting the halls of the place they once called home. It no longer felt like home since their packmates were banished to the pits and the loss of their Papa.

He felt like he had no other choice: either accept the transition or have his mates be banished...or worse. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to finish that thought. Despite his sacrifice and weeks of agony, his mates treated him with such coldness. After he recovered, he went into the greenhouse to talk to Mountain and help out like he used to as a water ghoul. Mountain screamed at him to get out and that Dewdrop would set the place ablaze. Dewdrop burst into tears and quickly fled the greenhouse, seeking refuge in his room for the remainder of the day.

Aether also behaved differently; he wouldn't raise his voice at Dewdrop, but he acted as if Dewdrop had died and that Aether was in mourning despite Dewdrop standing next to him. As they did the dishes, he told Dewdrop that he wished Dewdrop hadn't made it and that the fire ghoul was just the shell of the one he used to love. It devastated Dewdrop. He was alive and right next to his mate, but his mate refused to believe that his mate was right there. Aether would watch the fire ghoul with such sadness and devastation that it would make a vengeful spirit weep.

The Cardinal showed kindness to the newly transitioned fire ghoul. He had been taking care of him like his packmates should. The Cardinal saw to it that Dewdrop was well-fed and that his room was kept at a cold temperature to prevent Dewdrop from overheating himself. He also insisted that Dewdrop called him 'Copia' and not by his title since "they are going to work together after all". After Dewdrop finally confided in Copia about the treatment he had been receiving from his mates, Copia berated Mountain and Aether for the treatment of their packmate, who went through weeks of agony for them.

Then the Summoning took place. Sister Imperator ordered the Cardinal to summon a new water ghoul and two air ghouls. Dewdrop watched as they summoned a water ghoul. When the water ghoul appeared, it made Dewdrop ache. The water ghoul was perfect, not a single imperfection on him. He introduced himself as 'Rain' to his future packmates. Dewdrop didn't hate Rain, but the ghoul before him unknowingly triggered a sadness of who he used to be. He used to be beautiful, and now everything he used to be was burned away. Then the air ghouletts were summoned. They were mated and protective of each other. The way they refused to leave each other's embrace made Dewdrop smile; it was sweet in a weird way to watch. They introduced each other as 'Cirius' and 'Cumulus'.

But then something unexpected happened. Out of nowhere, the portal opened again and revealed a multi-ghoul. He trailed not far behind the ghouletts, essentially hitching a ride. A multi-ghoul was extremely rare to encounter, and summoning one was even more so. Dewdrop froze as the multi-ghoul turned his gaze to him, his warm brown eyes reflecting what made Dewdrop feel vulnerable, but didn't feel threatened. The multi-ghoul introduced himself as 'Swiss' and was welcomed with open arms.

After the new arrivals settled in, Dewdrop observed from the sidelines as they interacted with Mountain and Aether, leaving the fire ghoul to himself. He got the hint that he wasn't welcome and left the den feeling dejected. Every day, Dewdrop saw how everyone interacted with one another as if they had been packmates for a long time. They treated Dewdrop as if he wasn't there or that they forgot about him. It caught the attention of Swiss. He saw how lonely the fire ghoul was and how the pack treated him. It made him furious, and from that point on, he swore to himself that he would protect Dewdrop and make sure that he felt loved.

It started as something small, such as helping Dewdrop when he was left to do the dishes. Dewdrop was silent as he cleaned a plate; his long hair hid his face. Swiss wordlessly grabbed a towel and started drying the dishes that Dewdrop had cleaned. Dewdrop turned and looked up at Swiss in surprise. Swiss turned and looked at Dewdrop before smiling at him and continued drying the dish. Dewdrop was silently thankful for his help, but didn't understand why Swiss bothered.

Since then, Swiss began to assist Dewdrop whenever possible. He wordlessly helped the smaller ghoul carry equipment, helped him with his daily tasks that would take the fire ghoul too long to complete, and included him with whatever leisurely thing the pack was doing after a long day of practice and chores. Mountain and Aether continued to distance themselves from Dewdrop, even going as far as protecting Rain from him, despite Dewdrop having no ill feelings towards the water ghoul. After weeks of neglect from Mountain and Aether, Dewdrop gave up and decided to protect his heart from being broken again.

He was so tired of being ignored and sometimes being yelled at by those who used to love him, which is why he took refuge at his sanctuary, a place where no one could hurt him. Feeling utterly defeated, Dewdrop lowered his head and hugged his knees to his chest. The ghosts of his pack plagued his broken mind and heart. He longed for Ifrit's fearless nature and tender heart, yearned for Zephyr's gentle voice and embraces, and most of all, he missed the love Mountain and Aether used to have for him. What he did for them, he did out of love, but they were too overwhelmed by grief and anger to see that.

Dewdrop was about to allow himself to cry when he felt someone behind him, causing him to gasp and turn his head to the presence. He turned and saw Swiss standing hesitantly in front of the window Dewdrop climbed through.

Swiss smiled as he spoke apologetically, "I apologize for disturbing you. I had no idea you were here. I heard that we can see the stars more clearly this time of the year, and I wanted to see them for myself." He hesitated before speaking up again. "Would it be alright if I joined you?"

Dewdrop smiled half-heartedly and patted at a spot next to him. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Swiss grinned and sat down next to the fire ghoul, barely touching him. Dewdrop avoided the multi-ghoul's gaze by looking down at the weather-worn tiles. He didn't want to be rude, but he didn't want to be close to Swiss.

Swiss must've felt Dewdrop's uneasiness, because he politely looked away to look up at the stars. He spoke in wonder, "It's so beautiful up here. You could get lost just by trying to find a single constellation." He turned to look at Dewdrop who refused to look up. "I could get lost finding you."

Dewdrop turned to look at Swiss. His expression betrayed the confusion and vulnerability he felt.

Swiss looked back at Dewdrop before continuing, "You're as bright and beautiful as the North Star."

Dewdrop blushed and looked away. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He insisted.

Swiss dared himself before moving a bit closer to him without touching him. He smiled as he spoke, "I may be new, but I've been around and I know beauty when I see it."

Dewdrop felt tempted to stand up and leave, but couldn't bring himself to, as he felt the multi-ghoul's genuineness and decided to hear him out. He barely spoke above a whisper as he spoke, "If you saw who I used to be, you wouldn't be saying that."

Swiss frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Dewdrop couldn't meet his gaze and decided to look at Swiss's shoes to avoid his eyes as he spoke. "I'm not who I used to be. I used to be beautiful...like Rain." He shakily took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not a fire-born. I used to be a water ghoul. I used to be beautiful. They decided that I wasn't good enough and that I had to meet their expectations. They took away our pack and I sacrificed myself to keep Mountain and Aether safe."

He wiped a tear away before continuing, "I gave up myself to save them and in return, they act like I died...they act like I'm not here." He sounded defeated. "They would rather mourn who I used to be rather than to accept what I've become."

Swiss hesitated before gently placing his hand on top of the smaller ghoul's. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to pull away; he missed the gentle comfort. When Swiss saw that Dewdrop didn't reject him, he gently ran his thumb across Dewdrop's knuckles to comfort him. "You changed elements? I-I didn't think that was possible. How...did it..."

Dewdrop sounded pained as he spoke. "It was painful. I felt like I was dying and I guess a part of me did. I had no choice, I had to do it to save them. We had already lost so much and I couldn't bear to lose anyone else. I did what I had to do...and I guess they resent me for it."

Swiss was too horrified to say anything. He had a feeling that something happened that caused a shift in the pack dynamic, but he had no idea of the pain the fire ghoul went through to protect the pack. He wanted to throw punches at Mountain and Aether. How dare they treat their pack member like that after all he did for them to keep them safe? How dare they add more pain? Swiss anchored himself to not lose himself in his anger.

Dewdrop touched his neck where his gills used to be. The black lines that now adorn his neck. Swiss's eyes watered as he saw the scars he never noticed before. He wanted to kiss them away. Dewdrop saw that Swiss was looking at the scars. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know, it's not a pretty sight to see."

Swiss slowly raised his hand, checking to see if Dewdrop would pull away. When Dewdrop gave no indication that he objected to his touch, Swiss gently tucked Dewdrop's hair away from his face behind his ear and caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from the ghoul. He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper, as if he feared that if he spoke any louder, Dewdrop would vanish. "You're beautiful."

Dewdrop's expression turned into shock. He couldn't bring himself to speak.

Swiss took his silence as permission to continue. "You're as beautiful as the morning sun."

He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper. "Like the sun, I burn everything around me."

Swiss slowly leaned closer. "Like the sun, you shine."

Dewdrop slowly leaned in, mirroring Swiss. "Like the sun, I'm painful to look at."

Swiss leaned closer, their lips barely touching. "Like the sun, I embrace your warmth."

Dewdrop closed the remaining distance between them. A soft gasp escaped from his lips as they kissed. Swiss wrapped his arms protectively around Dewdrop, wanting nothing more than to protect his sun. Dewdrop gently cupped Swiss's face in his hands. The gentle touches felt like small suns. After a few heartbeats, they gently pulled away from their kiss to look into each other's eyes. Swiss's brown eyes started adoringly into Dewdrop's ruby reds.

He spoke softly into his ear. "My sun and stars."

[ramblingoak]

Play Ball

You weren’t the only one that loved that baseball uniform...

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader

Warnings: you and Copia being really into his baseball uniform, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus and a horrified Dewdrop, nsfw 18+ only mdni, 3,500k words

“Papa, you still need to sign--oh shit!"

You quickly covered your eyes, dropping the stack of paperwork you had been holding.  Sheet after sheet of the touring budget flew across his bedroom.  You spun around to look away from where he was sprawled out across his bed.

“Uh sorella, mi scusi,”  You heard fabric rustling and hoped he was shoving himself back into his pants. His baseball pants.  Oh Lucifer, you had thought of him in that White Sox uniform on a daily basis since that night last year.  And apparently he had kept it.

And now he was wearing them while jacking off.

You took a deep breath and uncovered your eyes only to look directly into his floor length mirror and see him still trying to shimmy the pants back up over his dick.  Belial.  Your hands flew up again.  Ok.  Ok, you needed to go, why were you still standing there?

“I’m sorry Papa!  Sister Imperator sent me over to make sure you signed off on the budget but you weren’t at your desk.  So I uh, so I came to your quarters and your door was open and then I knocked on your bedroom door and I swore I heard you say my name and then I…yeah.  I’m so sorry.  Very, very sorry.”  You shut up and took a deep breath.  Waiting for him to finally yell at you to get out.

You jumped when you felt gloved hands grasp your elbows and gently spin you around.  His hands slid up your arms and then he pulled your hands away from your face.  Copia’s mismatched eyes stared down into yours and you held your breath still expecting him to yell at you.  Instead he smiled and pulled your hands up to his lips to place a kiss in each palm.

“Breathe sorella, it is alright.  I am not mad, ok?”  You took a deep breath and nodded.  He hadn’t let go of your hands yet, instead he was now placing a kiss on the tip of each of your fingers.  “You heard correctly cara mia, I did say your name.  I was imagining you here with me.”

“Oh.” Now he was nipping your fingertips, some of the paint on his lips starting to transfer onto your skin.  You weren’t sure what else to say.  ‘I was just imagining you in this uniform while I was touching myself in the shower this morning?’  Was that too forward?

“Hmm, yes ‘oh’.  Sorella, your Papa has a confession, can I tell you this?”  You nodded your head not trusting yourself not to say something stupid.  “I’ve thought of you quite often, here in my bed.”  

“Oh.”  Copia chuckled and moved his lips down to your wrist, sneaking his tongue out to touch your fluttering pulse.  He traced back and forth over it for a moment before pulling away slightly.  His gazed traced over your face and grinned at the dumbfounded expression you were wearing.  Maybe you had fallen in the shower and were imagining all of this. 

“I’ve wanted you since you started working for Imperator dolce, so much.” One of his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you tight against his chest.  A gasp escaped you when his hard cock rubbed against your belly.  You brought your hands up to his chest and began to trace the letters there and you shyly looked up into his face.  “And you know what else?  I think you want me too, am I right?”

“Yes, Papa.”  You had barely finished speaking when he slanted his mouth over yours, stealing your breath away.  His tongue immediately demanded entrance into your mouth and you opened for him.  You brushed your tongue against his when it slid inside and he groaned and began to tangle his with yours roughly.  Copia brought both of his hands up to your face and cradled your cheeks briefly before sliding them into your hair.  He gave your strands a quick tug and you moaned against his mouth at the sensation.

Copia pulled away and growled at you before he began to propel you back against the wall next to his doorway.  He moved his mouth down to your neck and began to nip and worry at the skin with his teeth.  You slipped one hand into his hair to keep him in place but let your other hand slide around to his ass and you gripped him as tightly as you could.  He bit down hard at your pulse and you gasped out at the slight pain.

“Sorella, let me take you.  Let your Papa fuck you.  Per favore.”  He shifted his hands down your body, stopping to cup your breasts through your habit.  His thumbs rubbed against your nipples and even through the layers of your habit and bra it felt amazing.  You closed your eyes and let your head thunk against the wall.  

When his hands pulled away from your breasts you whimpered at the loss of contact.  Instead he dragged them down your sides and stopped at your waist, slowly tugging at your habit and dragging it up your thighs to bunch in his fists.  Thank Satan you were wearing nice panties today.  Copia seemed to like them as he gazed at them and then dragged a finger along the black lace on top.

“So pretty, so ready for me, aren't you?”  You nodded your head quickly, silently begging for his hands to keep touching you.  He leaned back in towards your face and unholy fuck he was so handsome.  His eyes were wild and you could see where his skin was flushed where the paint had rubbed off.  You could feel the heat radiating off of him through the uniform.  “Well dolcezza, can I have you?  Will you be mine?”

You shivered as his breath tickled your cheek when he spoke.  His tongue snuck out to trace the edge of your ear and wow why were you making him work so hard?  You tugged at his hair with the hand still tangled in his locks and he pulled away, his face hovering just over yours.  “I’m yours, Papa.”

The feral grin that graced his face nearly made your knees buckle but instead he was the one that dropped down.  He planted himself in front of you and wasted no time pushing your habit further up your chest.  You gripped the bottom and ripped it over your head letting it fall to the side.  Your hands flew to his head when he immediately covered your cunt with his mouth.  His tongue rubbing against the already wet fabric of your panties.

He pulled away after a few moments and impatiently tugged at them to get them down your legs.  You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you had to dance from foot to foot to stay standing.  Copia helped you steady yourself and then looked up at you as he gripped one of your calves and slung it over his shoulder.  His eyes didn’t leave yours as he leaned forward and dragged his tongue through your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you dug your heel between his shoulders as his tongue worked between your lips.  It danced around your clit and then slid down to play around your entrance.  You couldn’t help but try to grind your hips into his face but he gripped your ass to keep you where you were.  His tongue was ruthless with you, pushing as far into you as he could and moaning against you as your wetness coated his tongue.

You felt one of his hands come around to join in, the leather sliding against your slick skin.  His fingers teased at your entrance, dragging over your opening while his tongue moved to concentrate on your clit.  When his lips closed around the small bud he slid a finger inside and rubbed it against your walls.  You bucked and cried out when another finger joined the first, barely able to keep yourself upright.

“Oh fuck, Papa!”  He groaned against you and the sensation vibrated against your wet skin.  His fingers began to fuck you faster and his tongue flicked furiously against your clit.  You could hear him working in and out of your wet entrance, even above his growls and your moans.  

Your head fell forward when he sucked your clit hard and the sight of him on his knees in that baseball uniform was all it took.  You came harder than you ever had, practically falling over him as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you as you came down from your orgasm.  He leaned back to watch them work in and out a few more times and then pushed his head closer again to drag his tongue over you.  Lapping up the wetness that covered your cunt.

You patted his head a few times silently begging him to stop.  You were panting and barely holding yourself up.  His wet hand slid around your leg and pulled it off his shoulder.  Your eyes met and you were sure you looked like a flushed, sweaty mess but he just grinned at you and winked.  Before you could do anything he wrapped his arms around your waist and then hauled you over his shoulder, groaning as he rose up from his knees and onto his feet.

“Ah cazzo, I'm too old for this.” You squealed as he staggered a bit on his feet but he managed to steady himself and walk over to his bed and toss you onto it.  You bounced towards the middle but he grasped your ankles and pulled you back towards him.  His hands ran up your legs and he tugged them around his waist.  Copia then reached up and unclasped your bra, not even letting you pull it off before he closed his mouth over one of your breasts.

As he sealed his lips over your nipple he reached up and started to massage your other breast.  You crossed your legs behind his back and dug your heels into him.  The action dragged his clothed cock against your cunt and you moaned at the feeling.  He lifted his head up from your breast and watched your face as he ground his cock harder against you.  You could feel the front of his pinstriped pants dampen as your wet cunt rubbed against him.  

Copia took one last lick of your nipple and then pulled up, letting the leather of his gloves drag against your stomach and up your thighs to settle on your knees.  You whimpered as he pulled your legs away from him but he immediately went to work pulling the uniform top out of his pants.  When he moved to unbutton it you placed one of your feet on his chest to stop him.  He met your gaze and raised one of his eyebrows at you in a silent question.

“Leave it on, Papa.” He smiled at you and nodded his head, grasping your foot on his chest and bringing it up to place a delicate kiss on the bottom before letting go.  You spread your legs out and then bent them at the knee, placing your feet at the edge of the bed on either side of his hips.  He unbuckled his belt and then pulled the zipper down, but he only tugged them down far enough to free his cock.

He watched as you licked your lips at the sight of it, bringing his hand down to pump it a few times.  You hooked a leg around his waist again, impatiently encouraging him to move closer.  He let you pull him against you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cunt.  His hands moved to your knees and he pulled your other leg around his waist and then slid them down your thighs to rest at your hips.  

Papa held you there, at the edge of the bed.  His hips began to move in small circles, letting your wetness coat his cock.  You moaned as it caught on your entrance a few times and you tried to get him to enter you but he seemed determined to tease you.  Laughing as you grew more and more frustrated.  When tears began to prick at your eyes you brought your hands up to cover your face, embarrassed at how desperate you were.

“Oh dolcezza, no no.  Don’t cry.  I will take care of you, si?”  Copia leaned forward and grasped your hands, pulling them off your face.  He smiled down at you and then pulled back to grip your hips again.  His eyes roamed over you before coming back up and meeting your own.  He flashed that brilliant smile of his again and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Please Papa, please.  I need you.  I need you to fu-oh!” He didn’t let you finish, Copia had lined himself up and pushed into you with one solid thrust.  Your walls stretched tightly around his cock and your mouth hung open at the full feeling.  He brought one of his hands from your hip to settle over your belly and he seemed content to look at where his cock disappeared into you for a moment.

Thankfully you didn’t have to start begging him again, he slowly pulled out, letting his cock drag against your walls before stopping with just the tip in your entrance.  He growled and thrust back inside, soon starting a steady rhythm in and out of you, grunting each time he entered you.  He had you panting and clawing at the sheets as he roughly fucked you.  When your body started to shudder he pushed down gently with the hand on your belly and kept you in place.

The other hand on your waist moved to settle above your cunt and he pressed his thumb against your clit.  His thrusts became even harder when you began to moan loudly, digging your elbows down into the mattress and pulling up a bit so you could watch his cock move in and out of you.

“You like this dolcezza?  Do you like watching me fuck you?”  You bit your lip and nodded frantically, beyond words at this point.  He suddenly took his hands and moved them back to your hips to pull you up a bit and change the angle of his cock entering you.  It caused the tip to hit that spot inside of you each time it pushed in and your head fell back on the bed as you cried out.

Stars started to spark at the edge of your vision, you were getting so close.  His movements were becoming erratic and you watched as he panted and grunted with each hard thrust.  The slick sounds of his hips meeting yours got louder and you started to cry out each time he entered you.  

“That’s it, that’s it.  Come for me, come right now.”  You gasped at his words and then you were lost.  Your insides contracted around his cock and he fell forward as your orgasm caused his own.  He pressed his hips against yours as his cock kicked inside of you, filling your cunt with his cum.  

You drifted a bit, trying to catch your breath and come back down from your orgasm.  Copia was laying over you, his weight pressing you into the bed, still inside of you.  You shifted your hips a bit and smiled when you heard him hiss.  He pulled up and met your eyes, his paint was a mess and oh, his poor uniform.  You would have to bribe the sisters that did his laundry to take extra care with it.

Copia leaned up on his elbow and trailed his hand over your stomach.  Smiling softly at you as you brought a hand up to cup his cheek.  He turned to press a kiss into your palm and then slowly straightened up, groaning a bit.  His hands went back to their favored spot at your hips, you were sure there would be bruises there soon.  

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when the door to his quarters slammed open.  You both jerked your heads toward his open bedroom doorway and froze when you heard Dewdrop’s voice call out.

“Hey Copia, did that sister bring that stuff by Imperator was bitchi-oh for the love of fuck!”  Dew froze just inside the bedroom and looked on in horror at the two of you.  You moved your hands to cover your breasts and felt your skin flush in embarrassment.  But Copia seemed unfazed and just glared at the fire ghoul.

“Dewdrop, how many times have I told you to knock?”  Copia started to unbutton the uniform top, pulling it off and thankfully draping it over you.  Your hands clutched the fabric and now that you were covered you had to bite your lip to stop from giggling.  

“I did knock how many times have I told you to lock your damn door!  At least close the fucking bedroom door, I can never unsee this!”  Dew was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, his voice getting more and more shrill as he went on.

“Then stop fucking looking! You're embarrassing her!”  You hissed when Copia finally slipped out of you as he turned to argue with Dewdrop.  

“I’m embarrassing the sister?  Are you serious?  And you think prancing around in that stupid baseball costume isn’t doing the job?”  Copia growled and stormed over to Dew, reaching out to grab him.  Dewdrop shrieked and leapt out of the way.  “Fucking hell put your dick away!”

You were curled up under the shirt trying to keep yourself covered but clutching your sides laughing.  Copia had stopped to shove himself back into his pants and zip them up.  Dewdrop meanwhile had begun to pick up the budget paperwork you had dropped everywhere.

“What are you doing, get the fuck out!  Forget the paperwork!”  Copia finally got a hold of Dew’s shoulders and started to push him forcefully towards the bedroom door.  Dew yelped and stumbled under the force of his grip.

As Copia wrestled with him you couldn’t help but admire how good he looked.  The black undershirt hugged his shoulders and those love handles that you had always wanted to grab a hold of.  His belt was still hanging open, but his pants were snug against his ass and thighs.  The black socks were still tugged up to just below his knees.  You rubbed your thighs together, feeling your body react to the sight of him.

“Ok!  Ok I’m going, you can stop pushing geez I don’t know where those gloves have been.”  Copia stopped and let Dewdrop go and he straightened up and brushed his jacket off.  Once he seemed satisfied he turned towards both of you and took a small bow.  “Alright well, you kids have fun.  Please lock the fucking door behind me.  And…play ball!”

Copia growled and gave him one final shove, slamming the door shut behind him.  You heard the click of the lock and sighed, stretching your limbs out from under the top.  You watched as Copia turned and gazed at you, the frustration over Dewdrop’s interruption seemed to have already passed.  You could feel yourself blush as his eyes traveled over where your legs were sticking out from under his shirt.

You smiled as he walked back towards you, stopping when he was back where he had been before.  His hands gripped your ankles and pulled you back towards the edge, your legs hanging off at the knee.  He reached over and gripped his shirt and slowly dragged it off you.  You could hear him groan as you were fully exposed to him again.

“Dolcezza, I think we can have a little more fun, yes?”  You nodded at him, breath catching when his eyes seemed to be locked between your legs.  He licked his lips and settled his hands on your thighs, gripping them tightly as he lowered himself onto his knees between your legs once more.  

He looked good down there.

His hands rubbed back and forth along the inside of your thighs, moving closer and closer to you cunt again.  You heard him groan as he looked at the mess he had left and your breath caught in anticipation of his mouth on you again.

“Now what did our friend say as he was leaving?”  Copia leaned his head against the inside of your thigh and looked up at you.  You propped yourself up on your elbows to meet his gaze better and bit your lip trying to remember what Dew had said.  Your thoughts were interrupted when Copia slid his tongue back into your cunt, slicking it around your entrance again.  Lucifer, how were you supposed to think when he was doing that? 

You yelped when you felt his teeth nip at the inside of your thigh and you frowned down at him.  Oh now you remembered.  You snorted and fell back against the bed, covering your face with your hands.  Copia was such a dork, but oh you loved him so much.  You collected yourself and leaned up on your elbows again, looking at him fondly.  The smile he gave you was brilliant and beautiful so you could only smile back and give him the answer he was looking for.

“Play ball.”

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Beggin' On Your Knees: Phantom x Dewdrop x Aether

On the Nose: Special Ghoul & Copia's Rats

Tender is the Bite: Dracopia x F!Reader

Per Aspera Ad Influenza: Papa Emeritus IV x Dewdrop x Swiss

Collared Papacy: Young!Papa Nihil x Young!Sister Imperator

Maiden Voyage: Papa Terzo Emeritus III & Era II/III Ghouls

Hall-o-Ghouls: Papa Emeritus IV & Aurora & Phantom

Fifty Shades of Pink: Papa Terzo Emeritus III x Omega